• Family,  Friendship

    One Olive or Two

    The salty tang of olives would hang in the air, sun cream, sweat, salami and cheeses. Picnics with the girls. The sun hanging over our hot heads like a cot mobile. No one knew the time, no one cared. On the weekends, we were free. One positive pregnancy test later, everything changed. The weekends blurred into weekdays, the sun was too strong for a baby, and a watch ticked on my untanned wrist. Round the clock feeding. All the time. If I didn’t check the hour, the baby would remind me. And olives? Cabbage leaves were the new olives. One summer night later, everything changed. The baby burned as hot as the…

  • Story Snapper

    The Fantastic Fox

    The sun rested on the luscious auburn coat of a sleeping fox. Curled in a ball, snuggled in the bosom of late afternoon. I’d never seen tranquillity quite like it. Birds sang and the quiet wind blew, and there he was, the perfect picture of serenity. I had to get a photo. There was a fox sleeping in my garden! I took one with my phone through my murky kitchen window, but I needed to get closer. With my baby quietly playing in the lounge, I turned the key in our back door, slow, steady. I slipped my sandals on. Leaning on the handle, I opened the door and crept…

  • Family

    The Break

    The bank holiday had finally arrived. Tap, tap, tap went my fingers on the steering wheel. Sigh, tut, sigh went my wife, staring at the unmoving cars. Groan, groan, groan went my daughter in the back. The sun glared with its unyielding rays. My son smiled at me as I glanced in the rearview mirror. His cheeks were rosy from the heat and his blonde hair was messed up from sleep. His bright blue eyes reminded me of the sea we were soon going to be diving into. The radio hissed. My wife fiddled with the dial. Been an accident…blocked up… find an alternative route…There was a snapping argument in…

  • Family

    The Right Shoe

    Red was his favourite colour. Oh, how he loved to kick a football, and preferably a red one. His little foot would push the ball forward and we would clap so hard and smile so wide. His blue eyes would light up like the summer sky he was underneath. It really was beautiful that day. Miles was so excited in his football cap and his red stripy shorts. We hadn’t gone out as a family in so long, and I knew it would make his day. But Mark forgot to pack the suncream. Because his mind was on work. Again. He didn’t want to come with us. He’d have rather…