Empty Platform

I was thrilled to find out this afternoon that this story was highly commended in Esther Newton’s Flash Fiction Competition. It was her first time on a steam train. She had listened to her grandfather’s stories and wondered what the fuss was about; they sounded noisy, dirty and slow. But she had a few hours to […]


Twilight quickens In the sweep of cloud Hastening towards the darkness Of night’s heavy shroud Past the finger of the signpost Pointing the way Past the country church And down the lane Each dusk a little death to mourn Until the next new day is born   © Kim M. Russell, 2015