Just you and me (340-word fiction)

Mark beamed drunkenly at his wife Sarah. He had, a few moments previously, flourished a hotel voucher in front of her and declared that he had won a bet. “So! We’ll go to Galway this weekend. Be nice to get away. Just you and me.” “Just you and me.” Sarah smiled a little uncertainly, staring…

We Never Made it (800-word fiction)

Freya’s bags are in the hall, lined up in order of size. I don’t know why. Just gave me something to do, I suppose. I while away the hours until she arrives, intermittently working (a quiet afternoon, by IT support standards – I only end up having to ask three people whether they’ve tried turning…