It was December twenty-sixth, Boxing Day, and although the celebratory day was over, the festive season had only just begun. Soft, fluffy snow blanketed the ground outside, frost clinging to doors, windows and cars. Christmas lights twinkled, nestled amongst trees and snow-covered plant pots, and the fantastic Christmas decorations that […]
Shaun Part 4 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES Warm steam enveloped Shaun’s vision, the scent of crispy roast turkey flooding the small kitchen as he removed the delicious bird from the oven. He set it down, careful as ever, before removing the roast potatoes too. The spread looked splendid,
Shaun Part 3 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES Coffee still in hand, Shaun made the short journey from kitchen to hallway. The doorbell chimed again – for the third time – and through the stained glass of his front door he saw the silhouette of a tall woman. Ah.
Shaun Part 2 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES As Shaun entered his greenhouse, he forgot all about the nameless caller. The ‘greenhouse’, which was really just a sort of sunroom, was filled with lush green foliage, beautiful flowers, and even a few vegetables lurking here and there. Although the
Thick snow blanketed the world outside, fluffy white clinging to the trees, turning everything the perfect shade of pure white. Inside, however, was enveloped in cosy warmth that protected from the harsh cold outside. Warm, soft, and so inviting that Shaun could have stayed in bed all day. But it
Michelle Part 3 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES It had been a long time since Michelle had been in need of a dress. The only dresses she wore were for work functions, or on days where she went out with friends and jeans didn’t cut it. Still, as she
Michelle Part 2 by Hannah Westman ALL SHORT STORIES By morning, a cheerful little ding alerted Michelle to a new message on her laptop. She wandered into the kitchen where it sat charging, expecting a Facebook message or perhaps an important email from work. What she found instead was a
Slender fingers skimmed across a brand new laptop, tapping restlessly against the keyboard. It came naturally, with the practice of someone who had been using technology for a long time. In fact, the woman barely had to look down, dark chocolate eyes fixed on the screen with a lip caught
