Books and Stories by Voinks the author
A recent pensive mood coincided with a thought about song titles. I've always loved Elvis and this is a beautiful song to inspire reflective memories. I’ll remember the smell of grass and the scent of the flowers, long after the summer is gone. I’ll remember the aroma of Christmas and needles from the fir tree, …
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‘Where’s your accent from?’ ‘I’m from Malta.’ Where’s that? I’ve heard of it but not sure where it is.’ ‘Between Italy and Africa. In the middle of the Mediterranean.’ That was when I first fell in love with the man I was dancing with, and later the ‘Rock’ that was his homeland. Our first …
Where are we now? Yes he was an icon but that’s not how I remember David Bowie. Weirdly I found myself writing this as if we had met in the street after so many years and were having a catch-up chat. Thinking back to the old days, as Elvis would have said “Memories.” By the …
After my local team's narrow defeat in the F.A. Cup last week against Manchester United it started me reminiscing about the area. For those outside the UK this might not make much sense but here are a few snippets of useless information about Crystal Palace, which is in South East London. First of all there is no …
This short story was inspired when a friend posted several pictures of tables (the furniture kind.) An everyday object you might think, but the first showed a young couple at a romantic dinner, the second a happy family eating together, and the final, poignant one an empty table. This was my interpretation of the story …
Although I wrote this about a year ago it still brings a lump to my throat whenever I read it. This is my sentimental anniversary week so I hope you will forgive me and enjoy the story. For reasons which will become obvious there is no accompanying picture for this one A tail of love …
Have you ever looked at an entrance and wondered what lay behind it? This photo, courtesy of Lee Malta of 'Photographs Malta' was my inspiration for the following story. The last time I visited the land of my ancestors I was very young. I had been born and brought up in England, and hate to think …
