The estuary was going, going – gone. I opened the cupboard above the sink. The tub of Sweetex was melting and pooling. It gave off something carcinogenic. Between the flames, Mum stood, anaemic, breathing slowly through her mouth. kieranstorieswriter.wordpress.com/2025/10/21/o...
On new flash fiction: Melting in the MotherI was in the corridor when it happened, looking at the BBC News app. An image of a crater, then Joe Biden. I went back into the room. The chair in the corner, near the French windows. Outside: tree…kieranstorieswriter.wordpress.com