Category Archives: Friday Fiction

In the middle of the night I heard a bump on the roof. Bumps don’t usually wake me but this one did. It was a bump that moved after it bumped. Bumps that move and scratch can be intriguing. I … Continue reading →

This is my effort for Friday Fictioneers. For all you American bloggers who have a problem with ‘prawns’ substitute ‘shrimp’. Not my fault you have it wrong!! You reckon we could make it? No worries. How far do you think? … Continue reading →