life – Writer Ravenclaw

Women’s Rights

Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/sunday-poser/ I agree with women’s empowerment. We cannot go back to a time when the police did nothing about domestic violence, or accused women and girls of dressing in the wrong way when men took it upon themselves to attack them or women going to back street abortionists because they could go toContinue reading “Women’s Rights”

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”

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”

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”

Mum

Written for https://melissalemay.wordpress.com/2024/12/16/melissas-fandango-flash-fiction-challenge-299/ He didn’t expect to have an elephant interrupt his call to his mum. A leather container wrapped around his waist, he held his palm over the red handle. With his free hand, he dived into his trouser pocket and found a fifty pence piece. Squashed into the corner, he swallowed down hisContinue reading “Mum”

Love

Written for https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/category/word-of-the-day/ Sarah hung the tablecloth in her hands. ‘What is this?’ ‘You are drying the dirty dishes.’ ‘I’m of the boomer generation,’ she argued. ‘We use the dishwasher.’ Aunty Carol smiled, not sure if her niece was joking or not. ‘if you would like some of Uncle Sam’s dessert, this is what youContinue reading “Love”