Charlie was standing at the bottom of the stairs in the hallway of his house staring intently into his phone screen. He was still in his dressing gown and was irritably pacing about. “Texted him again. Sends me one on Monday, bugger all since.” Charlie shouted to Carol who was still in bed. She could just about hear Charlie, she sat up and shouted, “Perhaps he’s in the shower.” Adding in sotto voce “Or having a wank.” “What was that last bit?” Charlie shouted. “Perhaps he’s gone to the bank.” Carol stifled a giggle and pulled the duvet up to her mouth. “At the weekend? The bottle bank or having a Barclays.” Charlie shouted back. Carol really didn’t wa...
I am studying to take an MA in Creative Writing at Sheffield Hallam University. I have written for many years, most of bedsit angst. My musings on life, love and other things have become short stories and poems. I have received encouragement from established authors like Dave Hutchinson and Matt Owen both Twitter friends. I hope you like the stories, please leave a comment it helps me. Ta. x