Sandy Hutchinson Nunns

Counselling | psychotherapy | therapeutic creative writing

MOTHER’S DAY
I get off the bus and look around. I’ve been travelling for hours in the hot Greek sun. I have never been to Greece, but I know that is where I am in this story. All around me is scrub, brown and brittle, dry in the hot sun. The tour guide summons us to the […]
SISTERS, SISTERS
Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters Eve sat down quickly. She put her bag on the floor at her feet and put her hands on her lap. A tray of Earl Grey tea appeared and she smiled. The waitress nodded at her in conspiratorial silence. “Thank you. Fancy you remembering. It must be, […]
TREACLE TOFFEE
The climb up the cliff path had been steeper than I expected it to be and I sat gratefully down on the fallen log by the side of the way. My view of the sea was almost reward enough for the climb. I love looking at the sea, it is never the same twice. I […]
CERIDWEN’S CAULDRON
Late one evening I arrive. My sister Ceridwen greets me and we sit watching the setting sun as She descends to the underworld. I am weary. My spirit is reduced to the smallest flame. I need, but what I need I know not. After a while, my sister Ceridwen rises and ladles nourishment from the […]
I AND THE MOTHER ARE ONE
When I woke up this morning I wanted my mother. Not the sharp grief of recent mourning of her passing, but a deep welling of emptiness where a mother’s presence should be. I have been looking for her for 51 years and 45 weeks. She isn’t there. She isn’t ever going to be there. So. […]
AT THE TUDOR ROSE TEAROOMS
Evelyn sank gratefully into the soft cushioning of the upholstered banquette; dropping her shopping around her. Her shoulders sagged as she stared at the green carpet of the Tudor Rose Tea Rooms. Her feet carried her here automatically lately. Without her ordering, the waitress brought a tray of Earl Grey tea, lemon and extra hot […]
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