Fiction

Tales of ordinary folk

Cherry

Polka dot blue

Joyce carefully removed each dress in turn from its tissue paper wrapping and laid them side by side on the bed. It was something she did when it all got too much.
Cherry

Calamity Jane

Things happen to my mother. She says it's because she's too impulsive. She acts first and regrets it later. A friend once called her 'Calamity Jane' and the nickname stuck.
Cherry

Christmas in Cathedral Street

A Christmas Story written for my mother. Dublin 1937. Christmas Eve and a little girl is hoping Santa will bring her a certain doll with eyes that blink. But has she been good enough?
Gold cherry

Hilda and George

Black Shoes/Prawn Sandwich Comp.Entry