by tashmcgill | Mar 28, 2016 | Prose & Poetry, Short Stories
A short story about Edith who can’t remember how to make an omelette. She may be losing her mind slowly or just rediscovering the joy of using the F word. There’s a little language, be warned if that’s offensive. Edith’s Omelettes. The omelette...
by tashmcgill | Jun 20, 2012 | Monologue, Short Stories
She looks frazzled and tired, he looks frustrated but calm; trying to maintain patience. They’ve walked off a 21 hour flight to Australia to begin the adventure honeymoon of a lifetime. Their rings are glistening under fluorescent light and both are still...
by tashmcgill | Nov 18, 2005 | Short Stories
A Life Lived In Installments Last night I told my story – at least all the important bits, to a complete stranger. When strung together, the instalments I have lived within, the pieces and palette that have shaped and fashioned me… sound like a cliche. A...
