White ribbon

In your dream the handsome secret agent falls in love with the Russian spy, wrapped only in a velvet ribbon, surrendering your body to his lover’s kiss; detente. In reality, you should have walked out the first time he hit you, instead of sulking, blaming yourself, submitting to his violence. He stole your voice, leaving…

Elizabeth and Darcy

At school the following week we began reading parts from Jane Austen’s novels. Mr Norris let the group move all the chairs and tables to one side and we sat on the floor in the centre of the room. We each had to read a page and then pass the book to someone else at…

I no longer exist

I no longer exist. Forgotten memories hidden in a dream, An imprint left on a pillow, The corner of a sheet turned down, Steam on the bathroom mirror, Hairdryer unplugged, Cotton blouse discarded on the floor, Empty coffee cup on the sink, The front door left open, A hint of perfume in the air, Undialled…

Honey Rider’s view

The warm Jamaican sun Sparkles on the azure water As I rise from the surf, Stunningly beautiful In a white bikini, A knife at my hip To protect myself From all those men, Just like the one Watching me now From the beach, With cruel eyes. All I want to do Is collect my shells,…

So many boys

When Friday night came, I put on my best skirt and brushed and curled my hair. Mum then dropped me off at the hall where the youth group was held and kissed me goodbye as I hopped out of the car. ‘Have fun, Molly. I will pick you up at eight,’ she called behind me. I…

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

From the opening scene of a New York street in the early morning, I could feel Holly’s sadness and longing as she peers into the window of Tiffany’s jewellers on her way home from a night out. So many times I had been in the same position; high heels in my hands, feet sore from…

Just another day at school

When I got to my locker I found David was standing in front of it again with his own locker door open. He had the locker next to mine, but he was talking to a friend instead of getting his books out. ‘Hi David, can I please get to my locker,’ I said quietly. David…