It started with a stranger in a world that's broken

He appeared as the sun sank into the sea, while I watched the dolphins play in the surf, waiting for life to resume without my sister in it. I was frozen and lost. Angry and sad. Dead and alive.

This is the first of Sean’s 50 word short stories!

The front door no longer looms over me, the brass knocker now dull in the fading afternoon light, yet I still feel like an intruder.

This is part six of the Ataxia series. To read part five, click here … Ataxia Part Six: The Walk

Rick paused, his hand on the doorknob, breathing in a slow, deep and deliberate breath. He knew, just knew, the way you sometimes do, deep in your guts, that the next few minutes were going to have an immense bearing on the rest of his life.

Zelda seems to be most remembered for being ‘Fitzgerald’s crazy, untamable wife’, rather than the impressive writer and painter she was in her own right.

Enara gazed out of the living room window. Already the walls of her house had started to close in on her. Usually the sight of an empty street greeted her from the window. The languid longevity of lockdown had locked away her freedom. Her planned holiday with her friends. Cancelled. The many barbecues she would have attended. Cancelled. Her birthday party. Cancelled.