“Its a toasturrrr!” – the scent of bah humbug.

And so it begins. Halloween and Bonfire night are finished and so begins the race towards Christmas and that can only bring one thing. The dreaded perfume advert campaign. I’ll be honest, I have no idea if perfume companies bother to advertise the rest of the year; if they do it’s lost on me. However,…

Cold snap.

Frozen, white icing on the cake of the earth. Water droplets, dance and shimmer as the cold air flattens them into swirling patterns. Grass blades stand to attention in icy coats. Crunching, cracking steps on solid autumn leaves. Hat, gloves and scarves, colouring the crowds, creating a barrier against the cold.

An unexpected gift.

It didn’t come wrapped in paper, It didn’t have a bow. It was given when I didn’t expect it, It arrived when I needed it. I already knew what it was without realisation, I hadn’t appreciated it before. I didn’t understand what a gift it was. It forced me to re-evaluate, It gave me the…

Throwback Thursday – kind of… Shelf Life.

This was a story that was accepted for publication two years ago. It had been circling my mind since I was 15 and, as is usual in our house, my wonderful hubby encouraged me to right it down. Here it is, enjoy! Shelf life by Caroline Cutting. This was the second suspicious death in just…

The Broken Ones.

Where do they go, The Broken Ones? Who knows, cares or loves? When they’re wrapped in silence and the sharp shards of despair, Where do they go to? Who shows they care? Which place can they hide in? Is it far or near? Can they find the help they need right here? Who cares for…


Dark velvet mornings wreathed by mist. Bright colours shimmering across tree branches. Bird song, chill air and leaves crunching under foot. The end of the year is nigh.

The shortest story.

The story goes that Ernest Hemingway created the first short, short story; the original flash fiction. It was dubbed the six word novel or sudden fiction and was simply this: For Sale: baby shoes never worn. The idea being, that the reader can imagine any number of scenarios and characters attached to those simple words….


Never be afraid to be you, It’s what you were born to do. There’s no one in the world with the same flair, skills and quirks. Never be afraid to be you.

Early day delights.

At time of day when others squeeze shut their eyes against the light and bewail the alarm clock’s blare, I love to take the time to listen and watch the day’s beginning, from my comfortable garden chair.

Existential crisis-ish.

Baz Luhrmann once said, some of the most interesting people he knows still don’t know at the age of 40 what they want to do with their lives. I suppose I could consider myself interesting, but I often envy people who have successfully chosen a path in life and stuck it. Despite having just that…