#Writing Dare – 299 words

“Was she stalking me?” he asked, leaning across the table.

“I’ve never seen her before today” I replied. A half lie that lay between us.   He knew it, I knew it.

The other police man handed me a cup of tea, smiling, trying to re-assure me.

“Did you want sugar with that?” he asked.

“No… no… I’m actually fine” I said, my shaking hands giving lie to that statement.

My thoughts blurred as I tried to remember if and where I’d seen that woman before. She’d come to the front desk yesterday and asked for him by name, a large package in her hands. Well, I think it was her, the clothes looked familiar. Who would forget a real Gucci bag? The quality stood out, none of this knock-off stuff you get down the market, this was real class. Had I seen her before? Perhaps… Maybe.

“I’m sorry… did you say something?” I came back to the room with a jolt.

“I asked if you wanted anything else.”

Trying to focus and now feeling slightly sick, the world started spinning, my ears filling with a roaring sound, I felt hot and cold.

“I’m sorry. I don’t feel too good….” With a thump, I fainted and slid onto the floor.

I came round to find that a doctor standing over me, checking my pulse. They took me home in an unmarked car, not saying much.

It was a relief to get inside the house and lock the door. I sat for hours, running through the questions they’d asked me, over and over. Who would have thought the woman would have died in his office? I really didn’t know who she was, nor did I care.

Was that bitch stalking him? No idea, none at all. Honest.



But I certainly am.









Writing Dare #7

“I never liked that woman”

I heard her say.

“She’s far too stuck up.”

“Oh,” chimed another, “And her hair. Have you seen what she’s done to her hair?”

“Oh yes” replied the first voice. “Mutton dressed as lamb if ever I saw it. Your nails look nice – goes with your dress lovely.”

“And another thing” said a third voice “Have you seen who she’s with? I nearly fainted when I saw him with her.”

Standing up, I flushed the toilet and opened the door. Shocked faces. You know what they say, eavesdroppers never hear good things about themselves.


Last week two – no three – things happened that are writing related that put a big smile on my face.  This may sound like blowing my own trumpet and that is not something I’m particularly comfortable with, so bear with me.

First: I got a rejection from an online magazine for a piece of poetry I’d submitted.  Fair comment, it probably didn’t work for that particular magazine.  It may for the next one.  At least I’d heard back very quickly which was nice.  Did it sting?  No, not really.  I guess it’s always the chance you take when you put your work out there.  Did the piece suck?  I’ve no idea, but I’m putting it to one side for the moment.  The important thing was that I had tried.

Second: I submitted a short piece as part of the #geowriting September-long writing-fest in response to a geographical prompt.  See here http://www.geo-writing.com/ for more information.  It was really nice to be accepted and featured online.  Even nicer was someone contacted me on Twitter to say they had liked the piece.

Third: I felt encouraged by the acceptance to try out a short horror story I’d submitted elsewhere and been knocked back about.  I popped it on here and publicised it on Twitter a couple of times.  Some “favourited” the piece, some re-tweeted, and some said they liked it.  What a lovely boost to my writing confidence.

So why am I blogging about it now?

Well, if I read a book that I really like, I now try to find the author, whether on Facebook or (more likely) on Twitter to say thank you.  It doesn’t take much to do and I know how happy I felt last week on receiving the positive feedback.

Please, if you really like a book or a blog or something literary (like a poem), say thank you.  It makes the author/writer/scribbler so very, very happy.

Don’t do it! A Monday rant!!

I really like meeting new people, especially on Twitter.  I love the medium and the variety of humanity that I pass, meet or miss. What is really beginning to irritate me is the use of automated Direct Messages.  The ones that say

“Hi thanks for the follow… please buy my XXXX at http://www.etc” or “Hi thanks for the follow… sent by xxxxxxx.prog”

Please don’t do this.  If you want to say thank you, then say it yourself, not via a programme or as a sales mechanism.


No doubt I’ll lose followers over this… you know what?  I don’t know that I care.

This blog was handpressed by Yours truly.  I’ll stop now!