Author: Cathy Cade

After a career in libraries, I began writing in retirement and have had writing published in Best of British, Scribble and Flash Fiction Magazine, as well as in the anthologies "To Hull and Back 2018 Short Stories," "Where the Wild Winds Blow", and "A Following Wind". My verse, "The Year Before Christmas", recounting the story of Emmie the Elf, is available from Amazon and Smashwords. I plan to publish a collection of short stories later in 2019. Watch this space... I live in the Cambridgeshire Fens most of the time, surrounded by flat but ever-changing fields. Other times I live across a garden fence from London’s historic Epping Forest.

Too Old To Believe

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Photo by Burst on Pexels.com "Mum, I need money for the bus." Dorothy dried another mug. "No you don't, Toby. It isn't raining; and the walk's good for you." "I don't want to walk past that old cottage. There's a witch moved in with a warty nose and she's got a black cat." “That’s nice.” … Continue reading Too Old To Believe

Trick or Treat?

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The dogs barked at the doorbell. Dusk was gathering early, now the clocks had changed. Living out here, in the middle of fields, I didn’t get trick-or-treaters. The two youngsters living up the drove didn’t bother dressing up for our few terraced houses. I shouted at the dogs to stop barking and sought treats to … Continue reading Trick or Treat?

Cathy Cade

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Proud to be included in issue twelve of Tales From the Forest on the theme of Time. Find it all at https://talesfromtheforest.net/

Tales From The Forest

All The Time In The World

Skype summoned from her mobile. Faith found her bag under a cushion on the sofa and rooted for the phone.

“Hi, Mum.”

“Hello, love. How’s it going over there?”

“We’re fine. Dinner’s in the oven, so I thought I’d give you a call while I’m waiting for Paul.”

“Is he working? Isn’t it rather late?” She tried to remember if they were currently eleven or thirteen hours behind New Zealand.

“He’s only covering emergencies, but there are plenty of those, with everyone at home using their electrics. The weather must be warming up over there.”

Faith glanced out of the window. “It keeps changing its mind. Last week was lovely – spring-like – but now it’s blowing a hurricane again. I suppose it must be cooling down where you are.”

“M-mm, still warm most days. How’s Dad? Seems ages since I spoke to him.”

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