Thoughts from the Artist (Page 2)

From my book Into the Dark  GOODBYE FOR NOW ​ He placed another bag on top of the growing pile. He had accumulated too much over the years. Made leaving so much harder. ​ He could hear her crying quietly in the other room. She thought he could not hearRead More →

Pete was the nicest boy you could ever wish to meet.  He had learning difficulties, but if you’d seen him with the children you would have known that he was the nicest lad.  He was patient with them. He was kind with them.  If the kids were there, you knewRead More →

The rodeo came through every year.  Tamsin would watch, standing on the outskirts, hiding from her father and brothers.  She would watch the horses, nostrils flaring, sweat white against their flanks, leather straps bold against their hair.  The smells assaulted her nose and her heart raced with the thrill ofRead More →

The table stood dejected in the back of the garage.  Its chairs were set against a far wall and had not been pressed against it for many years.  The wood bowed slightly and the legs were tired and worn with indentations where people had hit it in passing with bikes,Read More →

Adam looked around and saw nobody was about, so scooted across the road and down the alley.  His heart pounded as he flew behind a skip and squatted down.  His breath was raspy.  His legs tired.  But he thought he had outrun them.  He should not have tried to raidRead More →