He didn’t say much, my grandad. He didn’t need to. What he didn’t say was communicated through the small gestures and mannerisms that he’d collected and nurtured as his own over the years. Small winks behind my grandma’s back and … Continue reading The Lounge, the Clock and the Whiskey: A Short Story
The first time it happens, I am six years old. The girl in my class with the Spice Girls pencil case and light up shoes, walks to the front for show and tell. No one shows and tells as much as she does. This time … Continue reading Treasure Hunt: A Short Story
Frustration swells as he throws the teaspoon on the counter. The teaspoon he used to make himself a tea. Not you. The same fucking teaspoon that you unloaded from the dishwasher that stands two steps away. Of course, it will rarely make it back unless you … Continue reading Slurp: A Short Story
‘Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.’ – Margaret Atwood There’s a question that I can’t seem to get away from lately. It slips into … Continue reading My First Blog Post
Scribbles by Abbey Hancock 