The Beast Must Die*

4.15pm and already it’s almost dark outside.  Am writing this on my bike at the gym.  Didn’t make it here this morning, due to an unusually late night last night with my writing chums.  So am here now, despite epic levels of can’t-be-bothered.  Know that will be pleased with self, even if just write this […]

Murder On The Astral Plane*

Waking up with a start from my afternoon sleep, looking at my watch, I see that it’s 6.32pm.  Opening the curtains, I realise that it’s dark outside. “I’m hungry,” the panther says, kneading my tummy with his paws. “You know where the kitchen is,” I tell him.  “I’m not eating yet.  Have to write the […]

Final Exam*

“Sending lots of helpful exam-winning thoughts.  Hope they go really well xxx,” I text Seb at 9.37am today. “Thanks xxx,” he replies. He had two exams today at 11am and 1pm.   It’s now 4.26pm.   Surely he is out of there by now… “Exams are fun.  You just get in there and show them what you […]

The Panther’s Claw*

I’m striding down the main road with the panther.  We’re going to be late for my course.  The bus has dropped us nowhere-near-where-we-need-to-be.  Am certain that last time it stopped outside the building.  Suddenly, the panther stops and stares into a shop window. Coming to a halt next to him, I see a model panther […]

Even Dogs In The Wild*

Sitting on my bike at the gym gazing out of the window.  Outside, the sky is grey and leaves blow in the wind.  The ground is covered with brown and yellow leaves. Missed my training session this morning but am here now: better late than never.  Have left the parentals for twenty four hours to […]

The Sleep That Rescues*

“What’s going on?” Mum says, walking into my room, sitting on the edge of my bed.  “It’s six o’clock.” Sitting up in bed, rubbing my eyes, I say: “what time are the guests coming?”  Wow.  Six o’clock: I’ve been asleep for three and a half hours. “Seven.  And you’ve got to have a bath and […]

Monday And The Murdered Man*

“Hello, Tanya” Dad says as he answers the phone.  “Are you at the office?” “Yes,” I say.  “Well – I’ve popped out to get some lunch but, yes, I’ve made it to the office.  The thing is – I’ve run out of my antidepressants and…” “Well we’ve got loads here,” Dad says. “Would someone be […]

A Study In Murder*

Am still suffering with my severe cold, but have done a good thing: have booked a course for this term.  It’s called “Modern British Prime Ministers: 1900 to 2015” and it starts tomorrow at 2pm.  So must attempt to be better by then. Am very pleased with self that have organised this.  Now will have […]

Death Bed*

“I’m just going to find some clean gym clothes – the purple set – and then when you leave I can go to the gym,” I say to Mum.  We’re at the flat.  Mum is helping me to change my bed.  In fact, Mum is changing my bed and I’m sitting on the floor, watching. […]

The Red Dahlia*

“I’m not sure what I’m going to write about this in the blog,” I tell Mum.  We’re walking around the dahlia show-ground at a nearby garden centre. “Why don’t you write a discourse on the different types of dahlia?” Mum says. “Because that isn’t relevant,” I say. “That’s not what the blog is for.  It’s…” […]