Helen French is a full-time writer, book hoarder, TV-soaker-upper, and biased parent. She also looks after digital projects (from websites to webinars) on a part-time basis.
You can find her on Twitter @helenfrench
Bree lay on the ground, head aching, as they talked over her. She hated those pious cows. Why had they brought her outside? She wanted another bottle of vodka, not rescuing. “I’m still not sure why you’re doing it,” said Denna Kinjiun, the resident elderly busy-body, talking to someone Bree … Continue reading
The coastal road between Southport and Ainsdale is edged by sand dunes, covered in long rough grasses that look like hair. Cars rush past at sixty miles an hour, headlights glaring, stereos blaring. I walk home on the seaward side of the road, traversing the dunes as clocks tick past … Continue reading
My daughter’s imaginary friend most likely came about because of loneliness, I surmised. It was all my fault. Nevertheless, it didn’t seem to matter too much as she played under the slide on the eighth level of Kastak Island. She laughed and chattered away. So what if her friend wasn’t … Continue reading