Square-Eyed in Block 6 by Darcy Lin Wood

It took most of the evening, but three tenants from Block 6 finally broke through the barred door into the long-abandoned basement flat.

‘That’s it — we’re through,’ said Jack, the burly building manager. He wiped muck from his face as he lowered the sledgehammer to the carpet. Sweat clung to his chest like a bib.

Dust settled and the door lay in splinters before them. The beige apartment beyond was exposed.  Continue reading “Square-Eyed in Block 6 by Darcy Lin Wood”

Gathering the Hill by Cath Barton

The website had said the road was rough and “Unsuitable for Nervous Drivers”, but after Porlock Hill it held no terrors for me. It stretched seawards, the grass on either side sheep-shorn. We could see no further than the next bend, until we reached the brow of the first hill and the downward snake of the track appeared ahead of us. There was no sign of the lighthouse.

On the final stretch there was a sheer drop on one side, but a fence gave at least the illusion of safety. And then it was there, in front of us, the long low building tucked into the cliff, the light on the seaward side rotating, slow flashes in the dusk. Continue reading “Gathering the Hill by Cath Barton”