There is a shell in my pocket that my daughter gave me some time long past. I run my fingernail across it’s ridges and sweep my thumb across its silky underside. Cool against my skin, the rhythmic touch calms me. There is nothing to cause panic. Just people with their voices and their noises. IContinue reading “My Anxious Shell”
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Burnt
Technically, this isn’t actually fiction but has been written as such. As you can see from the photograph (above) that I have taken, a line of leylandii trees have been burnt. I don’t know the circumstances of what happened but as this is a down a side lane, my suspicions are foul play. Obviously, IContinue reading “Burnt”
The World is Drowning
A few weeks ago I decided to join a local writing group, the Helensburgh Writers’ Workshop. Even though I have only been a member a short while, I have already felt the benefits of joining the group, especially as it’s members are all helpful, friendly and encouraging. The workshop evenings vary from spotlight or openContinue reading “The World is Drowning”
Mikaela Walker - Writer 