This is the second of a four part continuing story on Gamboling. Click here to read part 1, check back next Friday for the next instalment, but only after you’ve read part 2 of “The Empty Vessel”. Kurt is falling. Air rushing past him. Instinctively, he puts his arms out to protect himself and he [...]
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The Empty Vessel – Part 2
Posted in Fiction, Long, The Empty Vessel on January 29, 2010 | 2 Comments »
The Empty Vessel – Part 1
Posted in Fiction, Long, The Empty Vessel on January 22, 2010 | 1 Comment »
This is the first of a four part continuing story on Gamboling. Check back next Friday for the next installment, but only after you’ve read part 1 of “The Empty Vessel”. Kurt crouched down behind a low wall. There hadn’t been any shooting for a few seconds. Kurt needed to think. He only had 3 [...]
Jim at Gym
Posted in Fiction, Short on January 15, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Liz didn’t want to go to gym, not after last night’s conversation with Barbara. Liz had mentioned Jim, hadn’t she, but she hadn’t meant to. It was… It was just an idle thought that crossed her mind. Why she had voiced it to Barbara last night, she would never know. Liz had simply asked, “so, [...]
Sitting in my dressing gown
Posted in Fiction, Short on January 1, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Sitting at my dining table, on a cold December morning. My padded dressing gown keeping the chair and the cold away from me. How did I get to this moment? This melancholic, brain-deadening moment? I suppose it is from a peek, the merest glimpse, behind that old Wizard of Oz curtain. A slight view of [...]
Half
Posted in Fiction on November 17, 2009 | 3 Comments »
He is sitting on his high bar stool, supping. Reading his newspaper that he has folded in half, drinking his half pint of beer. He looks the most self-assured man in the world, because he doesn’t need anyone, or anything. And he’s just about arrogant enough to believe it. Years ago, he made a choice [...]
Street party
Posted in Fiction, Short on June 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Sandra put her arm out of the kitchen window. A couple of tiny raindrops landed on her hand. IT IS NOT GOING TO RAIN. She didn’t really know who she was thinking this to. She hadn’t been to church since last summer when she’d tried to will the vicar into helping with the tombola. Sandra [...]
Amber
Posted in Fiction, Short on May 19, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Amber lay on the sloping bank, her feet cooling in the river. She looked across the river to a house. A dragonfly hovered in front of her nose. Dragonflies do live up to their name, she thought. They seem so old. Amber felt old, too old to be lusting after young boys, well, young men. [...]
Across the bridge – Part 1
Posted in Fiction, Long on February 22, 2009 | 1 Comment »
James dropped his cigarette butt to the floor, trod it carefully into the ground and looked around for somewhere to place it. As he picked up the butt he could feel the cold cobbles sucking heat out of his hands. His gloves didn’t seem to be helping at all, or rather they weren’t helping enough. [...]
Girl in a brown dress
Posted in Fiction, Short on November 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
She is sitting opposite her boyfriend. She is wearing a brown, lightly patterned figure hugging dress and knee high leather boots which match the thin black strap around her neck. She looks worried behind her glasses. Her chin dimples. She casually puts her hand on his forearm. He flexes his muscles as she touches him [...]
Gary and Fern
Posted in Fiction, Short on May 10, 2008 | 7 Comments »
“Fern?”“Yeah, Gary?”“Fern, you’ve excreted some formic acid over here.”“Sorry, Gary.” There was a pause while Fern walked over and took a look, “Oh man, sorry Gary, I feel so ashamed. Eat me now. Seriously eat me now.” I looked at Fern, an ant who had hopped off a bus and into my life. Hi, I’m [...]
