The Garage (excerpt)

I bumped into her up at the Mount Vic Lookout. At first, I didn’t recognise her. ‘It's Jenny,’ she stated, pulling back her hair. ‘Fuck, so it is,’ I said. ‘Still swearing,’ she noted, rolling her eyes. ‘Of course,’ I smiled, instantly remembering some of the sweet little reasons we’d split up all those years before...

A wee story for the lockdown: Locked Down with Lindsay

So, it goes like this- there’s a global pandemic and a third of the world’s population is under some form of lockdown or social restriction; schools are shut down, people are queuing for food, hospitals are overflowing. If I’d written this as a plot premise last September it would have been just another piece if… Continue reading A wee story for the lockdown: Locked Down with Lindsay

Monkey, Delicate and Mutual

Recently there have been some lovely changes in my life. The main one being I have a new job. I was working at an art college and so I spent most of my week talking 'creativity' to art students. That kind of had an impact on my writing in two ways. It meant I was… Continue reading Monkey, Delicate and Mutual