Short Stories

It’s only as my debut novel The Worry Bottles neared completion that I started to experiment with the short story form. And I’m glad I waited. The end result is the joy of discovering a new love, of flexing my writing skills in a new direction, and of finding a hybrid between the lyrical, short form of the poem and the in depth character development and plot construction of the novel.

The following short stories have already found homes.

Short stories:

The Plot – Something a bit different. This performance piece was written for a T’Articulation spoken word event, following which it was published by Star and Crescent.

‘I went in search of the plot,
in the metaphorical forest,
where all the trees looked the same.

I went with an older, American writer,
who’d seen it all before.
‘The story,’ he said, ‘happens in the gaps.’

Maybe Margate – Shortlisted for the Bedford International Writing Competition, 2017; Longlisted for the InkTears Short Story prize. Published in the  2017 Bedford International Writing Competition Anthology.

‘How did she get here – ticked off on a list and awarded a bed, a rectangle of space, an
existence of kinds? How?’

Picture credit: original painting by Scott Alexander.

Persephone in Winter – Commissioned by the Arts Council funded Edward King Literary Project, April 2017.

Persephone in Winter has been performed to audiences at the New Theatre Royal and the City Museum (where Edward King’s paintings are displayed.)

It was published on the Edward King Website in May, 2017. Read it on line at Persephone in Winter.

The Diwali Cluster – Published in Octomorphosis, December 2016


‘I stood on the rocky edge where the water slurped and bit and I looked out through the darkness at the tiny lights and it seemed to me they spelt ‘hope’.’

“Beautiful rhythms of the sea and a compelling vision of a strange land. I really loved this.” Harriet Springbett, author of Tree Magic.

Imprints in the Air – Published in Dark City, November 2016

‘He had a tattoo of a bird in the crook between his thumb and finger, black lines against pale skin. As he held my wrist, the wings of the bird opened. He bent forward and the tip of his nose, cool from the outside air, pushed against the beat of my pulse, which quickened.’

“A Black Mirror-style story which spells out the dangers of modern technology.” Portsmouth News, 3rd Nov 2016.

Picture credit: Background vector created by Archjoe –

Sapling – Published in the Portsmouth News, October 2016.


‘When I yanked the thistle out, the soil around the waving roots spattered back into the ground and the sapling nodded its head.’