Fire and snow

We burned him on the first Saturday of the new year, while snowflakes fat as goose eggs twisted from the air. In the distance, white hills faded into white sky, their limits only showing by the lines of black trees poking fingers into the clouds’ bellies to deliver more snow from their pregnant heaving. It … Continue reading Fire and snow



Sci-fi extract for your pleasure - or at least your comment: ** ‘Michelle, you’ve got incoming. Scorpion missile, fifty-five seconds.’ Menel’s voice was taut and Jax hoped he’d accounted for the time lag when he gave her the countdown. ‘Zainab’s working to give you control but it’ll be tight. Punch in the evasive manoeuvres now … Continue reading #Amwriting