Magazine Stories

This month I'm thrilled to have short stories published in both 'Peoples' Friend Special' (For Old Times Sake) and in 'Yours Fiction' (Duty Calls). A massive thank you to both my editors.

A Nippy Keeps on Smiling

‘Oh. My goodness. I’m so sorry.’ The crash had reverberated around the café, bouncing off the walls and echoing around the tables. My gasp and horrified expression said it all. One minute I was heading towards the kitchen door, tray of carefully balanced dirty...

The Slippery Slope

Smoke snaked from Dennis’ cigarette. Brushing ash from his tie, he congratulated himself on the number of manila folders he’d worked through since beginning his evening shift. Each Metropolitan Police file looked much the same, the only difference being the victim and...

Hidden Treasure

The three of them stared down into trench. Tantalising glimpses of carved stone were visible poking through the bottom of the deep-sided hole left by the digger. ‘As soon as they started to uncover the stonework, I realised there could be something important under...

Message in a Bottle

‘They didn’t make it’, she remarked, lifting the bottle from the table and pouring. Waving it in front of Christian’s eyes, Serena jabbed a finger at the label willing the monochrome sketch of the chateau to jog his memory. ‘I tell you, they didn’t make it.’ ‘They did...

Waterloo Sunset

Peregrine shook his stiff legs, stretched his aching back, then climbed down from Grantham, his mount, careful to avoid trampling the bodies which lay strewn across his path. Blood-bespattered French uniforms; mangled limbs; broken and discarded swords; a chasseur...

A Rose for a Rose (Published in People’s Friend, June 2022)

Laura tugged at the roll of ribbon, sliced a length and, with her florist’s expert touch, executed the bow with a flourish. As always, the crimson silk echoed the roses’ dramatic shade. A dozen long-stemmed roses. There was no need to check the wording to be written...

Thrown a Lifeline

The explosion and rapid gunfire rocked him from his thoughts. Where had his imagination taken him? Somewhere hot. Anywhere but this Godforsaken Yorkshire beach. How long had he been here, perched on the upturned shell of a rowing boat? He pulled the collar of his...

A Dubious Career

The second I had let my mother into my secret, I had regretted it. ‘Five? Are you serious? Five? I always thought there was something shifty about him. Didn’t you guess he’d been married before?’ I struggled to find the words to explain the odd series of events that...

If it’s Friday, it must be Macaroni Cheese

IF IT’S FRIDAY IT MUST BE MACARONI CHEESE. Ted tramped the furrows disconsolately. How many times had he covered this patch of field in the past few years? Today was particularly hard-going. Each lift of his boot brought with it a weighty clod of soggy rust-coloured...

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