FS02Here’s another snippet from my short story – Pearl Dust. This time it’s a piece of description. I’m going to be entering this into One More Day Anthology competition from J. Taylor Publishing. Wish me luck! 🙂


The warm smell of fried eggs and cheese still lingered in the large kitchen. The kitchen appliances seemed fifty years out of date. The crooked, worn table seemed medieval and the slate floor tiles were always cold. Cracks in the plaster ran all along the walls and pans hung from hooks in the ceiling. Cara was still unused to living in such an old building. The stone walls were three feet deep in some places but they helped little to keep out the cold. Not a single door or window frame seemed to match in size and none were parallel to each other, the floors or ceiling. Upstairs every floor plank groaned and Cara was sure that some of them would soon give way.

Thanks for reading, comments are always welcome!