Short Fiction

There’s nothing like a short story to accompany coffee and cake; to lighten a tedious train journey; to fill the space between tasks; to read under the duvet until eyelids droop.

Over years of working with creative writing groups I have come across many examples of outstanding short fiction – from flash fiction under 500 words, to short stories of 10,000 words or more. I confess it’s not my strong point. My inclination is to write longer pieces, but I do admire those writers who excel at the short form.

This section of my website contains examples of short fiction (and non-fiction) from author friends, plus a few of my own. I hope you enjoy some of them.

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