The Bridge
The blistering heat had driven the people of the city indoors. A lone dog lay in a stupor on the hot pavement. The lizards had long ago given up warming themselves and returned to their lairs, whilst the birds had…
The Piano Player
Ribbons of music drift in a vast hall, to complete with a chattering hoard, whilst a lone fly tries to escape though a pane of glass. Did the fly escape, most likely not. Did the chattering stop, never. I attempt…
A Bike for Holly
Softened by wood and green lichen it might be, but the bridge was no path to freedom. Yes there was the presence of nettles and leaf covered shrubbery at each end, but in reality each estate was just as grim…
Bolton Abbey
Peter being a novice at the Augustinian Abbey had been given the unpleasant task of flushing the monks waste into the river Wharfe, unfortunately he did not listen carefully enough to the instructions given to him. Indeed the morning was…
Living Dangerously
Why did you lend her the car, look at what she has brought back, a damm'ed trailer tent. I ask you. What ever next? I thought she wanted to visit Las Vegas. Six weeks later the trailer was gone and…
Visiting Roa Island
I thought I was returning to familiar haunts, but it was not so, for the familiar was sidelined. I was to observed the splendour of nature as I discovered an area of untrammelled beauty whilst traveling the coastal road to…
Flotsam 1948
Judy loved walking the beach, today she loved the harsh wind, it was keeping people at home so she had the beach to herself. Judy enjoyed the isolation it was her time to think, to dream and plan, she really…
The Night Walk
Both Frank and Danny knew the value of walking, to walk invigorated them both. The images and smells captivated their imagination, but in such differing ways. Frank walked to cope with his memories, Danny walked to smell. Tonight was no…
The Return
Johns flight was early, so he took a bus from airport, he still arrived early at Mays apartment block. However the janitor recognised him and let him in. "She be right pleased to see you John, she's been telling…
Depicting Images
Who be thee stranger, thy clothes mark thee out as not being from here. Perhaps you mourn the death of Lady Mcbeth? Or did thee slay her? Do not think I will not use this dagger: Stand thee still. I…