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Under The Bed
It was late, and I was knackered. I hadn’t stopped since I left the house at six that morning, So when I got in I fixed myself a sandwich and a cup of tea. I’d bought a cream egg for … Continue reading
Broken Down Angel
In the mid 1970s a 16 year-old male had few places to go for relationship advice. Your parents clearly knew nothing on the subject, and your mates would just take the piss. So Vince relied, as many adolescents did at … Continue reading
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Memories
Inspired by this article: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2017/jan/19/if-you-were-an-elephant- I remember the smells: the dry dustiness of the open country in summer, the sweet dampness of the forest after the rain. And noises: the wind rushing through long grass; the roar of a waterfall; … Continue reading
A Robin in a Hat
Inspired by a Christmas Card. Why would a Robin wear a red santa hat? Read on… They can laugh all they like, these squirrels, at least my head’s warm. I hate being cold. Have to puff my feathers up … Continue reading
The Monster
When I wake it’s still dark outside. For some reason I don’t think I should move. So I stay still as a corpse under the blankets. What’s woken me? I listen so hard I feel my ears actually getting bigger, … Continue reading
The Journey
A shorter version of a story I posted some time ago.. The boat is very small, and there are three families in it; us, our friends the Barghoutis, and their little boy, Feroz, and another family, the Turkhans. When … Continue reading
Thunder Road
A short story with a soundtrack (a 1980s soundtrack) The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves. Behind her, as she runs down the path, Roy Orbison sings about the lonely. Then, to anyone watching from the house, she simply disappears. … Continue reading
For The Good Of The Party
Another grey morning. Out of milk again, so I pick up a faux bacon roll from the kiosk by the tram stop, and make a coffee when I get in. Important to have something in your stomach for the first … Continue reading
When Smokey Sings
It was 1978, and it was lunchtime. The summer term had just ended and I was driving home in my geriatric Vauxhall Viva, along windy, slow country roads towards the M5. I didn’t mind the windy, slow roads. The Viva … Continue reading
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Cold As Ice
It had been freezing for two weeks now, and the ice on the old curling pond was thick. My breath hung in the air as I picked a spot on the ice on the far side, crouched low, took a … Continue reading
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