E.W. Fillet and Son “The Butchers” “Our pork sausages a speciality” Mr Fillet backs up his van across the gravel outside the guest house at number 44. His seagull-white butcher’s coat flaps in the breeze as he gets out. All the best cuts of a pig that spent last summer sprawled in the Suffolk sun,Continue reading “Morning at Seawick”
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The Gardener
The sun is shining. For the first time in months, Kalyna feels its warmth on her cheeks in the shelter of two walls. It gives her a stab of relief, to know that spring is emerging out of the darkness. The two walls meet to form a right angle and the ground here is muddyContinue reading “The Gardener”
The Depth of the Oceans
The first time he walked away from me, I felt dizzy with pride and fear. With his buckled, podgy baby legs and crowing with delight, he managed four steps before landing with a bump on his bottom. I felt a seismic shift in my world, the first losing of my child. His sweet smell, wideContinue reading “The Depth of the Oceans”
The House
It was a day of damp; of cold seeping from the sky and from grass that smelt of cellars and decay. It lined the bare branches and parasitic balls of mistletoe. Buds like clenched fists held the promised leaves of next year tight within them. Jessie and Will approached along an avenue of dark treesContinue reading “The House”
Mudwriter 