Friday Fictioneers: No Good


“I’m telling you, he isn’t a good man.” Her sister’s words came echoing in her brain as she crouched lower behind the shrubs. Despite the roaring river beside her, all she could hear was her heart’s thump of terror. “Oh Val, where are you?” Her boyfriend sing-songed, cracking his knuckles. “Come out and play. You…

Friday Fictioneers: Bittersweet Moments


It’s easy to forget things sometimes like the fact that just five years ago, I was living in the van that’s now gathering dust in my driveway, that whenever I’d go in for job interviews and scribble a random address on the form, that I might be the luckiest person in the world.