Sarnia de la Maré FRSA Author, Musician, Artist

Evelyn enjoyed being a good wife in that 1950s idealised 'good wife' sort of way. She read magazines to keep up with the latest etiquette. Her clothes were decent, modest, well repaired, and yet fashionable. Her husband's shirts were her pride and joy, each one lovingly cleaned and starched to a fault. Evelyn's favourite job was polishing her husband's shoes and she could never understand why some of these suffragette types would not take relish in such things. 'Could I have 4 ounces of cheddar please? My Bertie loves a bit of cheddar on Fridays.' 'Well it is only Monday, Mrs. Stanton,' said the man at the dairy counter. 'Oh yes I know that,' laughed Evelyn, 'but I like to be prepared for my Bert.' On the way home Evelyn spotted a rather attractive vase in a shop. 'How much is that glass vase in the window?' she asked the bored looking youth at the till. 'The pastel pink and green one? It's a bargain for you Mrs., only...

  The Last Sunrise The sky burned with streaks of crimson and gold, a final masterpiece before the world collapsed. Humanity had known this day would come—a rogue asteroid, too large to deflect, hurtling toward Earth like a harbinger of doom. Yet, in the quiet moments before impact, the streets were oddly serene. Ella sat on her apartment roof, clutching her dog, Max, and sipping tea from a chipped mug. The air was still, as if even nature held its breath. She had spent the last week calling estranged friends, forgiving old betrayals, and listening to her favorite songs. The world-ending news had stripped away trivialities, leaving behind only what truly mattered. Across the city, an old man played a violin, its mournful melody carried on the wind. Strangers gathered in parks, holding hands and watching the horizon. A child laughed, chasing bubbles that floated like fragile dreams against the sky. When the asteroid appeared, a fiery dot growing impossibly fast, Ella whispered to Ma...