On this page is where I list links to all my Flash Fiction.

Lost Project (2025)

Excerpt: Coming soon

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The Visit (2024)

Excerpt: The woman places a steaming coffee gently onto a ceramic coaster before sliding into the chair opposite me across the dining table. She fiddles with the worn hem of her sweatshirt’s sleeve and hasn’t looked me in the eye yet. Usually, when we are invited to the houses, the occupants can’t wait to tell us all the details. Instead, Tilda Wandsworth looks almost embarrassed that we’re here.

We’ve been doing this work for almost 10 years. Visiting historic sites, businesses and residences to hunt for ghosts. Not that I believe in ghosts. In fact, none of the three people in my team believe in ghosts or the supernatural or anything like that.

In fact, we’ve debunked everything we’ve come across.

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Hero (2022)

Excerpt: The building shook, raining chunks of ceiling plaster down, and threatening to topple the large Mammoth exhibition. Everyone screamed and dived toward the walls for safety. Moments later the tremours stopped and a strange smoke enveloped the room, slipping between the exhibitions, giving them all an eerieness they hadn’t had for years.

The soft glow of light pulled everyone’s eye to the centre of the room. Stood beneath the giant blue whale skeleton, suspended from the ceiling, was a man. Or at least, it looked like a man.

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The Dragon (2019)

Excerpt:They whisper my name with dread upon their lips.  I am their nightmare.  And yet, still they come, creeping steps to my home, to try their luck and take what is not theirs.  To steal what I have.

The cave was warm, the air dry and lightly fragranced.  Only a small opening above cast any light inside. 

That sliver of brightness gently caressed his rough bronze scales.  Unlike his cousins from the South, the Sand Dragons, he bore jagged, puckered scales across his stout hide.

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The Wish (2018)

Excerpt: The tree appeared one day.  As the sun crested the horizon, Jonah looked out of the window to find a mature tree, dense with foliage in the corner of his garden.  Leaves the colour of moss rustled in the winter breeze.

He staggered out, pulling on his coat against the chill that tore up his spine when he realised just where the tree had grown.  His thick-soled boots crunched through the snow.

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Fracture (2017)

Excerpt: Only the sharp click of my heels could be heard.  The two men flanking me moved with graceful silence, though their presence was a crushing pressure at my back.  The fact they were accompanying me at all, betrayed my thoughts.  I had not wished to come, had planned to slip away rather than face this hell again.

It could never be.  He had known as he always did.  So, the Sentinels had found me before I could even build up the fragmented plan I had been turning over in my mind. 

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