Author Archives: CageWriter

Oleander  ‘124 was Spiteful.  Was Harold spiteful?’   Rebecca sat waiting for an answer.  Her pencil hovered over the clipboard like a dog waiting for the order to fetch.  Her eyes searching, eager and bright.  ‘Yes, sometimes.  Look, why are … Continue reading →

‘A squat grey building of only thirty four storeys,’ Mum said. ‘Anecdotes or floors?’  ‘Floors you idiot.’ It’s OK.  I didn’t rise to it.  Her vitriol just slithered off me.   My alkali thick skin neutralised her acidic tongue.  I’m … Continue reading →

‘What’s he doing?’ said Andy, as much to himself as to his wife Cathy. ‘Why don’t you just come away from the window and let the poor man get on with it?’  Andy could tell that her comment was to … Continue reading →

Clack, clack, clack… Pause… clack, clack, clack, clack… stop.  Claudia sat with perfect bearing on the pew, right side, front row.  Her sister Annette was next to her, slightly hunched over, anxious but not yet in full ‘meltdown’.  Annette wanted … Continue reading →

‘I was happy to burn.’ Andrea frowned, ‘Really… that’s what she said?’ ‘That’s what she said.’  Andrea leaned back in her chair and pulled her cardigan tighter around her body extending the action until she was protectively hugging herself.  ‘I … Continue reading →