by Kirsty France | Dec 16, 2024 | Christmas, short story
Becky looked up at the clock and was dismayed that only three minutes had passed since she last checked. She scanned the shop floor in front of her. Still empty. It was hardly surprising. You’d have to be pretty desperate to venture down to the basement on Christmas...
by Kirsty France | Dec 17, 2023 | Christmas, short story
“Of course, I didn’t realise I’d just seen a murder.” They all stopped talking when I said that. “You saw a what?” Thomas said, his mouth half full of the mince pie he’d shoved in moments before. “A murder. I mean, when I saw them together, I thought they were just...
by Kirsty France | Dec 20, 2022 | Christmas, short story, storytelling
Photo by Emma Bauso: https://www.pexels.com/photo/person-wearing-black-boots-3585819/ Mary watched the fields flash past her window in a green blur as Sam steered the car along the narrow country road. They’d only just left the M1, but she already felt like they were...
by Kirsty France | Dec 16, 2021 | short story, storytelling
Photo from Pixabay via Pexels DI Alan McLean sighed and looked at his watch. Only ten minutes until sunset. He could only guess what time Victor Alexander would return home from work and find whatever he was going to find. McLean pulled the file across the desk and...
by Kirsty France | Dec 7, 2020 | short story, storytelling
Image by Freestocks on Unsplash “Can you hear me?” “Yes but I can’t see you, you need to turn your camera on.” “Diane, you’re on mute.” Emma watched as Chris gesticulated wildly trying to send a signal to Diane. “Wow, Zoe, is that your new house? It’s lush!” “Thanks....
