After all the police, the lights, the hospital and the questions, Jules went home.  Her flat felt empty and unusual, like it had been moved[…]

Everything moves slowly as I walk down the dark corridor.  Jules is right behind me and I feel her feet softly feeling for the floor. […]

As I drive the car down the motorway, keeping to the central lane, maintaining a stable speed, Jules reads to me from the notepad that[…]

I run all the way through the storerooms of the basement, back to the bottom of the small staircase.  I can hear people moving around[…]

The drive back to Esther’s seems to go so smoothly.  I drive down the motorway, stopping for petrol only once.  The traffic seems calm, quiet,[…]

The next morning I awake. For a moment I am sure that Jules is here, lying next to me in the bed.  I turn over[…]

Looking around me I see I am in a small room, painted off-white.  There’s a bed, an empty desk, a chair and nothing else.  The[…]

The morning comes, bringing the sun through the curtains in the small country hotel.  I look down at the bed and see another pair of[…]

After a while we go back to the car and start driving.  It’s getting dark outside, and I’m not entirely sure what day it is,[…]

From the moment we comes downstairs and see Esther, I can tell something is amiss.  Esther’s face is cold and hard, showing no emotion, just[…]

The next morning I wake up to an empty bed.  I panic, looking around the room wide eyed, but relax again when I hear the[…]

Esther was understandably pleased when we told her we’d like to stay for a while.  She stood up and instantly bid us follow her down[…]

The atrium of the house is huge, the wide sweeping staircase goes up in the open room to the first floor and beyond.  I look[…]

The Saturday morning sun blasts through the open curtains.  It was so late when we came to bed that we didn’t bother closing them.  […]

As my eyes slowly open, I see the morning sun coming through the curtains, illuminating the room in a soft light. Jules is there next[…]

As I take a final sip from the glass, draining the last dregs from the pint, I look over to Jules.  She looks as beautiful[…]

Thursday morning comes around. I haven’t been to the lab in days, but a brief text to my colleagues and a slightly longer email to[…]

When I wake up I’m in a different room, a bedroom the likes of which aristocracy would feel completely at home waking up in.  I[…]

“Hello. Do come in, I’ve been waiting for you”. The cliches ricochet around the expansive office, off every oak panel, every expensive looking sculpture, off[…]

The Monday lunchtime crowd is just starting to enter the pub, but I’ve been here for an hour now, so have picked out the best[…]

The next morning I awake in my clothes, on one side of my double bed.  I’ll never understand the dynamics of a double-bed.  When you[…]

We both woke up within 5 minutes of each other, around noon on Saturday.  My eyes opened and focussed on her face, still precisely where[…]

The dinner conversation is excellent, and we have laughed our way through the starters, chuckled over our mains and enjoyed every sip of each other’s[…]

The last week has gone so quickly, and I’ve been cheerful. I’ve felt engaged with the world and have taken each day as it comes. […]

Waking up hungover is equivalent to being scared by a friend.  As my eyes open I feel ok, and the light washing into my eyes[…]

This is hard to do with one hand, but it can’t be helped.  I’m texting her, phone in one hand, slice of pizza in the[…]

Daylight breaks in through my window, which is unsurprising as I have no blinds, and no curtains.  There is a tree outside that provides some[…]

When I was young, around 8 years old, I suffered with recurring nightmares.  It was always the same, the feeling of dread as I went[…]

There is a point in conversation, I’m pretty sure we’ve all experienced this, where you realise you’re talking, but also realise you haven’t been listening[…]

That wonderful day seems so long ago now.  Has it really been 7 years? The warmth of the sun and being close to my friends[…]

Looking back I can clearly see the house, just at the bottom of a small cul-de-sac, hidden away from the main road, next to the[…]

Imagine this: you walk out the door of your house, and before you set one foot on the pavement it’s like someone is pushing a[…]

In 2015 I took part in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), a challenge to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of November.  It[…]