The long black coat I grabbed from the hook by the door conceals my torn dress and in this half-light I hope it will help me merge with the trees, at least for a while. It’s only 5 o’clock but dusk falls fast as I trudge up the path through the woods I’ve known all… Continue reading NO GOING BACK
Author: Nita Lewsey
I'm a writer of short stories, flash fiction and am currently working on a novel. I've had stories published in anthologies and self-published a collection on stories on Amazon. I have long dreamt of writing full time & this dream is now a reality.
MESMERIC
Her lips were red, a slash across the paleness of her face. The 8.15 was made bearable by her presence. She sat in the same corner seat, he figured she boarded the train way down the line because there was never a seat left by the time he got on. She never read a book,… Continue reading MESMERIC
CHANGES
Terry sat in his usual seat, tucked away in the corner of the saloon bar in ‘The Main and Tail’, nursing a pint of stout. The sound of the clock echoed in the large empty space, the fireplace bare of flame, the bar bare of customers. Lily was making herself busy tidying behind the bar,… Continue reading CHANGES
LIVING THE RETIREMENT DREAM
Well here we are halfway through week three of living the retirement dream so how is it going? Well week one was great, did some writing, did some gardening, did some reading and had a day out with OH but then out of the blue it all went pear shaped. It seems no amount of… Continue reading LIVING THE RETIREMENT DREAM
JAMMING
John bounds downstairs, hair hanging in eyes, bag over shoulder. ‘Come on we’ll miss it.’ They dive onto the bus as it turns the corner, Lydia hanging by a strap, John gripping the pole while paying the clippie. It’s dark in Soho’s backstreets and Lydia holds John’s duffle coat for fear of falling. ‘Here it… Continue reading JAMMING
Non, je ne regrette rien
Well here we are, only 2 days left of working for ‘the man’. I’ve been on a countdown since June 2021 when the decision to finally retire was made and the interesting thing is how many people have asked me what I’ll do with my time? I see this as another step on life’s path,… Continue reading Non, je ne regrette rien
Pretty Polly
After some rummaging Polly found the shoes at the back of the wardrobe, red silk with ribbons to tie around the ankle, skinny heels and a peep toe. She’s seen them in the shop window every week for a month before she’d plucked up the courage to go in and try them on. The eye-watering… Continue reading Pretty Polly
Interlude
It was hot, too damned hot for anything other than lying under the garish beach umbrella in the quietest area of the beach. Eyes hidden by large sunglasses, head covered in a polka dot scarf Alex felt the tensions of the last few weeks drain away. She was glad she’d taken the plunge and booked… Continue reading Interlude
Early
The mist stalks the fields, fills the furrows and masks the hedges. Crows are ghosts hopping in and out of sight. Sound is deadened in the fog, my coat soon heavy with the enveloping damp, my hair clinging to my face. I look up, there’s a faint blueness above but no warmth as yet from… Continue reading Early
Taking steps
Basket in hand she trudged up the hill, face shielded by a scarf, collar pulled up against the wind. The roads were deserted, the skies a leaden grey, a storm was coming. She was panting by the time she reached the brow, the view on the other side was masked by low cloud and the… Continue reading Taking steps
