A lockdown story where nobody gets sick and nobody dies.
Mother. Orphaned only child of only children. Blue jeans washed to grey. Hair wild. Dun brown curls that […]
The fantail, known as piwakawaka, appeared on the day of my father’s death. He hopped along the top […]
Ever had a favourite pair of pants you hated to take off?
I published my most recent short story on New Year’s Eve: a gothic tale about an imagined meeting […]
Emily Jane could not be saved. Nor Anne. But Charlotte’s heart will never be lost. Again. When you […]
Meeting up with friends at the Mauritshuis Visiting the Mauritshuis,my husband likes to race aheadto see the girlwith […]
Cold Spell cold spell candle bell hidden well — don’t tell
Geraldine Seymour 
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