Glass In His Eyes

Genre:  Drama

It’s like having glass in your eye.  It cuts, burns and distorts everything.  That’s how Eddie sees the world now.

After the accident, after the coma everything changed. His family dead. His dog dead. His mind dying from the grief that threatened to drown him.

Shanna, his therapist, tried.

‘Eddie your life is not over.  The accident wasn’t your fault.’ She leaned over taking his hands.

‘Do you hear me?’ But Eddie was elsewhere, blinking the glass from his eyes, he didn’t respond. Each session was the same.  After almost a month, he was discharged, they could do no more. Eddie had to pick up his life and go on.

The taxi dropped him outside his house. Letters and wet, yellowed newspapers plugged the mailbox.  His lawn overgrown and patchy.  Stepping over the mail, he went inside. Rotten smells infiltrated his numb mind, trying to kickstart him into action. He went up to the bedroom hoping Donna would be there. She wasn’t of course.  He nestled his face into the pajamas she had stuck under her pillow. They smelled like her. Tears flowed down his face, dripping onto the soft silk.  He fell asleep still clutching them.…

The Babysitter

Genre: Horror

On any given day Annabelle was late. Late to school. Late to work. Late to get home. But not today.

Annabelle hurried up the drive, she couldn’t be late for this job. Easy money, watching kids sleep was about as good as it got.

An imposing double story came into view and she slowed. Huge columns cuddled by ivy stood guard over the front porch.  The upkeep on such an old house must be steep, but it was well taken care of and breathtakingly scary.

An important sounding chime announced her arrival.

“Annabelle?’ perfectly painted lips asked.

“Just Bella’ she smiled.…

The Patient

Genre: Thriller

Dr Sy Jones couldn’t believe her luck. Getting a position at the prestigious BHAD, short for the Broken Hill Assessment & Development hospital was a privilege.  Her ancient Ford barely made it up the hill and she gasped when the hospital came into sight.  It was much bigger than she thought and the antiquated styling was fascinating.  Large blue shutters against grey walls made the windows into eyes and the roof into a hairline.  …

Looking for Mother

Genre:  Thriller

Helen made her way along the woody path, her feet kicking at the mist making it swirl.  She pulled her coat tighter and breathed the cold into her lungs. She loved this time of year, almost winter and loads of mist.  Her black hair streaked out behind her as she hurried along, looking for mother.

She couldn’t have gone far, she was only missing a few minutes. Helen hoped she had the sense to put her coat on, she cursed herself for not checking – she could have brought it with. Helen called out as she walked, her feet barely making a sound.

‘Motheeeer. Mother! Are you here? Motheeeeeeer?’ Nothing.