Quiet mystery
The Coat She Left Behind
The coat had been hanging in the charity-shop window for three weeks before Ruth noticed the stitching inside its lining.
A personal archive of stories in progress
Some stories arrive complete. Others bring only a room, a voice or a sentence that will not leave. This is where I keep them all.
Open a drawer ↓
A note from the keeper
“Every story deserves somewhere to wait.”
This cabinet is for stories in every stage of becoming. Some are complete. Some are fragments. Some may sleep inside their drawers for months before I return to them. They are kept here not because they are perfect, but because they exist.
Recently opened
Each label tells you what state the story is in today. It may be different when you return.
Quiet mystery
The coat had been hanging in the charity-shop window for three weeks before Ruth noticed the stitching inside its lining.
Memory
There were three horses in the field that morning, though by the time she reached the gate she could only remember the names of two.
Domestic fiction
My mother kept buttons in the blue tin. At least, that is what she told us whenever we asked why we were not allowed to open it.
Uncanny
Every evening at six, the light appeared beyond the dry-stone wall. And every evening, it stood a little nearer.
A list of belongings
A red scarf. Two teaspoons. The photograph in which nobody was looking at the camera. Her good shoes, still dusty from June.
The inventory