The Absolutely Elusive (But Totally Achievable) Task of Writing Fantastic Figurative Language

I feel envious of writers who can compose phenomenal figurative language. I love to weave words, but to adorn them in layers of meaning is such hard work. Like William Goldberg when he writes: “The sun in the west was a drop of burning gold that slid nearer and nearer the sill of the world” in Lord of the Fliesi. Will I ever be able … Continue reading The Absolutely Elusive (But Totally Achievable) Task of Writing Fantastic Figurative Language

Short Fiction: The Biscuit Box

‘I’m sorry, ma’am. Can you tell me what happened?’ Maddi Bellucci sits calmly. She stares down at her hands, watching them change colour – blue, red, blue – by the light of the ambulance outside. The paramedics are no longer in a hurry. In fact, one has made Maddi a strong cup of tea and is speaking to her in soothing tones. ‘Ma’am, is this … Continue reading Short Fiction: The Biscuit Box