Greenacres
Photo prompt: Anura Bakhshi/ Where to begin. Should I talk about Greenacres and it’s sixty-nine residents, or should I start with the staff who manage those residents. I doubt any of them see what I do. It is early on…
The phantom dinner
I see she’s a regular dinner here Bert. Do you both still sing Chim Chim Cher-ee. No my Mary’s right grown up now, but she still pops in for special occasions. She was here yesterday, dinned with Emily. Gave her…
The phantom dinner
“I see she’s a regular dinner here Bert. Do you both still sing Chim Chim Cher-ee”. “No my Mary’s right grown up now, but she still pops in for special occasions. She was here yesterday, dinned with Emily. Gave her…
The Harpist
The melody of a harp being played, drifted like a warm ocean. Slowly surrounding people. Like the scent of a rare flower, it found ways to impart its message. Passionate kisses flowed like thick Devon cream, as the dance floor…
The pain of abdication
It was impossible to find privacy, where ever we went the paparazzi followed. They gave no opportunity for us to discover our future. In fact they dictated our future. It was an evil day that they discovered our relationship. Within…
Time will not stand still
Early memories helped me to understand what I might become. All around me hung the trappings of war. Don’t get me wrong, I was loved. Yet from a early age I knew that in some way war might define me.…
Death came Early
Report by Officer John Redwood. Captain Westfield, usually left home at 7am prompt, but this morning a branch fell across his drive. By the time he had dragged it to one side and washed the resulting mess from his hands,…
Travelling to Skye
Dear Mum I had a rather eventful journey home, I did manage to catch the night train to Glasgow as planned. There seems to be less and less people traveling by train these days. I found a quiet compartment with…
A cry for help.
Broadmoor. Brother I need your help, how was I to know the guy had a thin skull. I saw the watch he was wearing and believed that it was mine. I hit him hard, and he fell, then they say…
Recorded Mail
Narnia Dear Joanne By the time you receive this letter your father and I will be in Narnia. Darling we do understand why you felt that you had to stay on Atrae... There is something you need to know about…