This is the last but one chapter from my novella ”Orvieto”. What do you think? Allesandra tapped the steering wheel, as the droplets drummed on the car roof. They ran across the windscreen. Wipers swiped across, as she turned into the hospital carpark. Even though the heater was on the highest setting, damp clung toContinue reading “Orvieto”
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Sharing Love
Written for https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2025/11/10/share-your-world-10th-november/ I am grateful for my bestie; when I met her, at the age of eleven, our friendship is strong. She moved to America when she was fifteen, but best friends do not have to see each other every day. When I retire, I hope to make the journey across the water toContinue reading “Sharing Love”
The Last Journey
Written for https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/category/word-of-the-day/ Chloe switched her wipers to the fastest setting as her high beams searched for lonely travellers. She preferred the night shift. There were only a handful of passengers. George, the first to embark, his back straight, sat at the front. His nightly visits to The Pied Horse, where he drank two pintsContinue reading “The Last Journey”
Orvieto
Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/ Alessandra didn’t care; she sang out of tune. Mamma Maria; her mum’s favourite song. When it played on the radio, nothing could hurt her. Italian dialects filled the air. A lost language – too painful to be spoken. Yet, in song, love shared an allowance of hope. The kitchen is for singing,Continue reading “Orvieto”
Nothing to Fear
Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2025/07/10/reenas-xploration-challenge-389/ School is like standing in the middle of a hurricane. At least that’s what she believed as she hovered beside the entrance of this new secondary school. She glued on her mask and slipped into copy mode. With a smile forced into place, she walked over the threshold. ‘Ode to Joy,’ sheContinue reading “Nothing to Fear”
Orvieto
This is from a novel I am editing. What do you think? Does this prologue work? PROLOGUE Alessandra lifted the ornate, brass handle of her writing desk to reveal a small orange, glass bottle. Tiny in her palm, she wrapped her fingers around its careful curves. Each familiar memory washed through her mind. Her dad’sContinue reading “Orvieto”
Imaginary
Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/ It’s all in your head. That’s what my dad used to shout when I mentioned my imaginary friend. ‘Can you set an extra place?’ I asked. ‘About time we gave up that nonsense.’ Dad’s veins bulged red. ‘Let her be, love,’ she said. I shared that look as Mum set a knife,Continue reading “Imaginary”
It’s Okay to be Proud
Written for https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/category/word-of-the-day/ Tomorrow will be a positive experience for me. A win-win situation. I am attending a writing retreat run by my local theatre, ‘‘The Cube’’. Fellow writers (of plays) allowing others to read their work and amateur actors reciting them aloud. If I am lucky, my play could be one of them. IContinue reading “It’s Okay to be Proud”
I Must Scream
Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2025/04/17/reenas-xploration-challenge-377/ I have no mouth; I must scream. From my glass prison, I observe others. What are they doing? Each shriek of joy mingled with my self imposed loneliness is like a mask of hate. Normally, I push open the window and yell at them to stop. Today there isn’t enough energy toContinue reading “I Must Scream”
Disregarded
Written for https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/category/word-of-the-day/ Mary flicked through the newspaper, left on the bench by its previous occupant. All old news; she wondered whether the latest celebrity scandal was worth the paper its printer used. Nobody cared anymore. Marriage was like the football transfers. A signing, meant to be their saviour, sold the next year. Besides, sheContinue reading “Disregarded”
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