RAPL’s receptionist looked up with her eyebrows raised expectantly.
“Um. I’m Claire. The Intern?”
“I know,” the receptionist said coldly.
Claire nodded. “Just wondering where I need to be today.”
“Floor two. Take the lift. Ask for Leslie.” Continue reading “The Intern: Part 3”
Around the corner from Lissy’s home was a funny little park that featured a single tree, a single swing, and a single bench.
Being a loner, Lissy loved the park since few other children ever seemed to play there. Children, after all, tended to roam her local streets in small packs, and this particular park appeared to be set up for the introverts of the world. Continue reading “The ABCs of Lissy and the Tree”
“Hi, I’m Claire? The intern?”
RAPL’s receptionist looked up at the worried face before her and replied, “I know, we established that yesterday.”
Claire turned pink. “I… I just want to know where I’m supposed to be today.”
The receptionist sighed and pointed at elevator doors on the wall to Claire’s left. “First floor. Ask for Bob.” Continue reading “The Intern: Part 2”
One pair of trousers, that’s all June required. She repeated it over and over in her mind as she hurried down the high street – “one pair of trousers, one pair of trousers, one pair of trousers”. The mantra fell in time with her footsteps – “one pair” with the left foot, “of trousers” with the right. It wound in her mind so quickly and so often that it became white noise and eventually she found herself completely forgetting that one pair of trousers was all she needed. Continue reading “Mirror, Mirror”
This time last year was around the time that I told myself “You’re gonna write a novel. And you can do most of the first draft during National Novel Writing Month.”
Oh, how naïve I was. It was at this same time that we planned to rip out our kitchen and fit a new one, and not once did my brain realise, while planning either the kitchen design or the novel, that it would be pretty tough to write 50,000 words in the same month as taking on a mammoth DIY project. Continue reading “I’m A NaNoWriMo Failure (Or Am I?)”
“Hello, I’m Claire.”
RAPL’s jaded receptionist looked up at the slim hand that was stretched out toward her, then traced her eyes up further to the beaming, nervous face to which it belonged.
The receptionist didn’t take the hand. Instead, she looked back down at her monitor and barked, “Surname?” Continue reading “The Intern: Part 1”
If I walk through that door, everything changes. It changes for the better and for the worse.
I suppose I need to decide if the better is worth the worse. That’s why I’ve been standing here for several minutes, my hand hovering over the door’s handle, heart hammering in my chest and nerves bubbling in my stomach. Continue reading “Behind the Door”
I’m not one for writing detailed book reviews, but I do like to keep a note of the books I read so that I can make recommendations to anyone who is looking to get stuck into a new book. I must admit, I’m not exactly keeping tabs of the latest bestsellers and I have a to-read list as long as my arm (or twice as long, at least), so many of these will probably be old news. Nonetheless, these monthly instalments can be a record for me, if nobody else, and if I help you to pick out your next book then all the better.
Here’s a roundup of the fiction I lost myself in as summer turned to autumn and the weather became decidedly chillier. Continue reading “September Reads”
“There’s not enough room to swing a cat in here,” Kate said with a scowl.
“Don’t be so dramatic, of course there is,” Julia replied, rolling her eyes at the daughter who had done nothing but complain about the move since the removal van arrived that morning.
“We can find out,” little Charlie suggested as he pushed his nose up against Kate’s bedroom window. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there.” Continue reading “Idiometropolis”
Paranoia, paranoia everybody’s coming to get me,
Just say you never met me,
I’m going underground with the moles digging holes.
The lyrics go around my head over and over, like a scratched CD that just won’t move on to the next verse. Continue reading “The Wardrobe”