by Eric | Oct 30, 2014 | Fiction
It is autumn, cold and crisp. A playful wind rides the swings. A young girl stands in the park, her hands deep in her pockets. She is watching, listening, waiting. Rusty chains creak, holding onto swinging seats. A brisk, westerly wind drags dark, heavy-laden clouds...
by Eric | Oct 30, 2014 | Fiction
How does a short story materialise? It’s Autumn, and I thought it would be good to walk in the woods and listen to the sounds with a view to writing them down. At lunchtime, I strolled through the woods near my house, notebook in hand. I listened to the movement of...
