The COVID-19 Lockdown Chronicles — Day 1, 27 March 2020

Well, here we are on day 1 of the 21-day lockdown of South Africa because of COVID-19. It is also the day of the first two deaths from this illness. For a few weeks now, the inevitable creep of the illness and then arrival of the illness in South Africa has featured prominently on the…… Continue reading The COVID-19 Lockdown Chronicles — Day 1, 27 March 2020

Micro Fiction: We sat on the bench outside the oncology ward

We sat on the bench outside the oncology ward. The sun was bright and the sky clear. Roses were blooming in the prayer garden. We laughed and talked as if we were carefree. You got up to go; left me behind with a hug goodbye. I waited until you were in your car before I…… Continue reading Micro Fiction: We sat on the bench outside the oncology ward

Flash Fiction: And the Shadows Danced

I wrote “And the Shadows Danced” a while ago, forgot about it, and found it again while sorting out some files. I would actually like to write another story in this world… And the Shadows Danced The fire dancers were preparing for the midsummer feast on the beach. Most were by now stripped to their…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: And the Shadows Danced

Getting Back Into the Swing of Things

It actually feels great to be getting back into the swing of things, especially writing-wise. Though I can feel the remnants of the anaemia still, I am doing so much better. And writing at a proper pace again, which is — to say the least — awesome. The one thing I do like about warmer…… Continue reading Getting Back Into the Swing of Things

Flash Fiction: The whispers of forgotten phone calls

The whispers of forgotten phone calls made his skin crawl as he unloaded the last telephone box. He looked around the phone box graveyard. Many felt that some needed to be preserved. He pressed his hand against one of the boxes, remembering all the times he’d used them. His cell rang and he answered, climbing…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The whispers of forgotten phone calls

Behind the Fiction: White Horses

If you missed the flash fiction story “White Horses” last week, you can read it below before I get to what happened behind the scenes while writing it. White Horses Lenie gazed at the waves and imagined Adriaan beside her. In one hand she grasped her hair, broken red strands caught on her wedding ring.…… Continue reading Behind the Fiction: White Horses