“It’s dead creepy.” Said Hannah, “why would she do that?” Rebecca had just told her colleagues that she thinks she’s being stalked. She was joking at first though.
“Could it be coincidence that she’s there when you were there?” Sam piped up, Hannah nodded in agreement.
“She doesn’t have any pets, why would she be at a pet store Sam?” Rebecca had spat out.
Continue reading “The Stalker”
It’s natural to cry, they say, when you’re pregnant and after the baby is born. They say it’s hormones, they said it could be postnatal depression but whatever it is she had run out of hankies. Yes hankies, other girls her age would carry round a mini pack of tissues but Carla had been given hankies for her birthday from her gran for as along as she could remember plus it was always softer on her face.
Continue reading “Getting a coffee should be easy…”
I stood salivating looking through the clear glass, there were so many colours so many to choose from and he had said ‘just one’.
Continue reading “Through the looking glass”
It’s two months, one week, two days and thirty seven minutes and about ten seconds since I lost my job and panic is an understatement to how I feel right now. Continue reading “The Job Interview”
I always like to think that anyone that comes to my home feels welcome, from friends of family popping in for a cuppa and a chat to an evenings entertaining ‘slash’ dinner party. I’m a perfectionist and always make sure the house is tidy, and if it’s not I worry in case anyone should come round. Continue reading “Open House.”
As I looked out of the window trying to think of what to do and where to start first I saw a flash of light, fireworks were going off to celebrate the new year. I was unaware of what was happening at first, thought I was just dreaming like everyone else. It started when I was 13, it was the night before Christmas. The dream felt so real, like I was there. I remember waking afterwards and wondering if it actually happened or whether it was just a really vivid dream, I was just a child then or at least I felt like a child. Continue reading “Music To Be Told.”