Books and Stories by Voinks the author
When my wife, died loneliness set in and the days stretched endlessly before me. It was not easy getting old, but I decided to write my memoirs before it was too late. Apart from the odd touch of arthritis I was in good health for my age, but recently had tended to forget things. Merely the …
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Getting Christmassy It's that time of year again, and I was delighted to be asked to share my Christmas thoughts as a guest on Pauline Barclay's blog: Click on the link to read the full post. Getting Christmassy blog link ........................................................................................................................................................... Follow Me I've never understood why Christmas is traditionally associated with ghost stories, but this …
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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, …
‘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 …
