On Rereading

When I was eighteen I went to an Oxford University open day. I remember an English Literature admissions tutor giving a speech about life as a student at the University. The thing he said that has stuck with me (although I can barely remember what he looked like now, never mind his name) was that no-one … Continue reading On Rereading

A first foray into flash fiction

Well, probably 'post-it fiction' or 'twitter-fiction' really if we're being pedantic, but I couldn't resist the alliteration. And besides, I closed my Twitter account. I'm running a flash-fiction competition at work in honour of last week's National Storytelling Week. Some of my efforts are below. Domestic Bliss When the fire started I went straight for … Continue reading A first foray into flash fiction