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Next Year in Huntsville

I am delighted to announce that my first novel, Next Year In Huntsville, has been released and is now available through the Birdcatcher Books website. It has also received its first review, by Megan Meganator on Niume. Here’s part of what she has to say: “Next Year In Huntsville by Grace L Sutherland is a coming of age story set in the fictional rural town of Huntsville, Australia from 1960 to 2008. Th read more ...

Just Grace

My new novel, Next Year In Huntsville, is almost ready for publication, and will hopefully be released at the end of November 2016. As a lead up to the release, I have published a collection of my short stories as an ebook, Just Grace. It includes romance, animal stories, some twists and the final story, Three Birthdays, is an excerpt from Next Year In Huntsville. Until the release of Next Year In Huntsville, you read more ...

A Ball of Wool

“Um … ‘scuse me … I think you dropped this.” Elizabeth looked up, curbing her instinct to recoil at the apparition in front of her. The girl was skinny; lank, mousy hair fell raggedly around her shoulders; lip, nose and eyebrows all sported piercings, not to mention several up each ear; a snake tattoo coiled from the back of her hand, around her arm and up to her nearly-naked shoulder. What read more ...

Three’s a Crowd

David sat alone, watching Sue walk away from him down the hill, her hand clasped firmly by the other man in her life, and he mused how different things could have been. He had known her since childhood, in a distant sort of way. At school she had always been the inaccessible one – too bright, too beautiful, too popular – always beyond his reach. He doubted that she had even been aware of his existence read more ...

The Gift

“Happy Birthday, Grandpa!” The two young men grinned broadly as they burst through the door, holding a large gift-wrapped box. “Don’t you young whippersnappers know how to knock? And who told yer its me birthday? ‘Taint me birthday.” The cousins looked at each other, somewhat nonplussed. They had been planning this surprise for months; spent countless hours haggling about a sui read more ...

The Flower Man

Jean’s slender fingers worked deftly entwining pink and white rosebuds for a bride’s bouquet. Her glasses, perched jauntily mid-way down her nose, allowed her to hide her frequent glances at the man in the corner. He came toward the counter, his big frame quickly filling her vision. “Morning, Miss Peters. Nice to see fine weather again, isn’t it?” “Indeed it is, Mr Mavers. Goin read more ...