Steps To The Clifftop – Part 6 . . .

Sunday 21 – Monday 22 July 2019 ‘Oh, charming,’ Caroline glanced around the cells, repulsed by the odours emanating from them. ‘A subtle mix of alcohol, vomit, urine, and faeces.’ She narrowly avoided throwing up. ‘You’ll get used to it,’ … Continue reading →

Steps To The Clifftop – Part 5 . . .

Sunday 14 July 2019 ‘Louise just text me,’ Alex called out to Caroline who was still upstairs getting dressed. ‘She’s organised lunch. Shall I tell her we’re coming?’ ‘Sure,’ replied Caroline as she wandered downstairs to the kitchen. ‘Bit odd, … Continue reading →

Steps To The Clifftop – Part 4 . . .

Sunday 7 – Monday 8 July 2019 Alex grimaced. It wasn’t going to be an easy conversation but her sister deserved to know. ‘I was called into the police station yesterday. Duncan requested me as his brief.’ ‘Why?’ Louise squinted, … Continue reading →

Steps To The Clifftop – Part 3 . . .

Sunday 30 June – Monday 1 July 2019 ‘He specifically asked for you, Ms. Herrison-Malone.’ The junior constable ushered Alex into an office on the CID floor. ‘The boss . . . ’ ‘The boss what? Constable Myers? What did … Continue reading →

Steps To The Clifftop – Part 2 . . .

Saturday 22 June 2019 It was clearly the home of two professionals. The décor made it obvious that no small children regularly visited the two women, although photographs of young children adorned some of the walls and surfaces. Louise disliked … Continue reading →

Steps To The Clifftop – Part 1 . . .

Sunday 16 June 2019 The sun peaked out through the darkening clouds that threatened to dump their load on the landscape below. Caroline looked at the hills rising in front of her and wished she’d never started out on the … Continue reading →

On The Box . . .

Thursday 6 – Friday 7 June 2019 I’m back at work on a 5 week contract, and it’s already killing me. I’m utterly exhausted, and I’ve forgotten what creativity looks and feels like. So, this week’s post is back to … Continue reading →