I enjoy entering short story competitions and this was one selected for publication by an online magazine recently. ‘Excuse me, please, Madam. I look to find Road. You know where is please?’ ‘Let me see dear. Oh yes, I should do. I’ve lived there for nearly fifty years. Was there anyone in particular you …
Tag: writing
I’ll remember you
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, …
Inner strength
I wrote this story some years ago, but recently decided to post it on social media, before current world news made it strangely appropriate. Several people asked for a follow-up; watch this space for developments. 😉 Johnny had always been a wimp, which was not surprising considering his upbringing. His father walked out when …
Memory of an elephant
I remember my early life, right from when I was struggling to stand on my feet as the baby of the herd. Even though I weighed 200 pounds, and was nearly three feet tall, I had to be careful not to be trampled by the adults who were nearly four times my size. I made …
Not an Angel
Although not in any way a reflection of his life, this story is dedicated to Mal Gray of the Wild Angels Rock and Roll group who died recently. R.I.P. OK I’m not an angel, but I’m not all bad. Maybe I’d have turned out better if I had more opportunities but I made the choices. …
Easter sunshine
Good Friday? Nothing much good about it. Saturday is slightly more normal but then Sunday is all Easter Eggs and chocolate and family dinners. Little yellow chicks and bunnies, parades with donkeys, spring lambs, all commercialism, second only to Christmas. The only thing to be thankful for is that there are no Easter carols, but …
Friction in the woods
I was cold, hungry and too annoyed to be miserable. From the beginning I’d said it was a stupid idea to take off into the wilderness, but as usual Mr Macho knew best. The only consolation was he appeared to be suffering more than me. His brand new, designer walking shoes had rubbed a blister, …
