Maybe Like Pan – Susan Cattan
3000 words Ghost Story
Fleur hates the countryside at first, but friendship and magic are waiting for her in the deep woods
I never felt so lonely in my life as the day we moved into Mill House. Everything I’d known seemed such a long way off. My grandparents round the corner, my auntie on the same street, our little garden with its strawberry patch and sweet peas, all gone, and here I was, lost in the deep countryside. I loved our new house though, with its pots of lavender on each side of the pink painted front door. Not a shocking pink, but that dusty, faded Suffolk pink that I still love. At the back of the house a great lawn stretched down to a band of deep woodland with a pond. It was the Easter holidays when we moved in and there were marsh marigolds and pink and blue forget-me-nots round the water.
The Zen of Ironing – Susan Cattan
1500 word Literary Fiction
Even people you never meet can change your life. Ironing connects two strangers in ways they could never have predicted.
When he left his curtains open he could see the woman opposite doing her ironing. All her clothes seemed to be made of natural fabric, of cotton and linen, stuff that creased, and she was very particular about the way she ironed them. First she sprayed them with water from an old floor cleaning spray. He wondered why she didn’t just put water into the steam iron, into its little compartment with the little jug provided. But she didn’t, she sprayed away and then ironed. She ironed like no one he had ever seen.