Those black and white days I never remember the clouds being so grey. Then the photo was in black and white. Maybe that dulled down what was a perfectly bright day. Auntie Mags always took out the boxes of photos. I could nearly tell her what photos were in what album. They were colour …
‘I haven’t dreamt in years Joe’. ‘What’s that you say Charlie I can’t hear you with the fucking engine noise from that ancient tractor of yours coming in at me lug. What are ya on about?’ Joe didn’t really care about a lot of things. He just sat at his till flicking through an interior …
‘Have you the paper saved for me there, I sent that little fucker of mine down for it earlier and as usual his head was in the clouds, and he came back with a bottle of Lucozade and a lion bar. The hangover cure no doubt, he is the selfish one that one’. Joe discarded …
People stared at me a lot presumably because of the bump. They were really nice though in allowing me to get on the lift first. They smiled as I ambled carefully down hallways. I would hurry up to meet them at the end of a long corridor where they were holding a door open for …
‘Have you the paper saved for me there, I sent that little fucker of mine down for it earlier and as usual his head was in the clouds, and he came back with a bottle of Lucozade and a lion bar. The hangover cure no doubt, he is the selfish one that one’. Joe discarded …
Her eyes shed despair so tired and weak Though a soft satin touch caresses her cheek She faithfully, tearfully hugs to her breast A vacant faced bundle of innocence blessed Tiny heart beating body and soul Love given so freely taking its toll. Trace that young life so perfectly formed Her young slender body keeping …
The gate could barely cope with the weight laid down on its hinges from Marge our sturdy boisterous neighbour. You could never quite tell how the rusted iron did it, but it did – every Thursday like clockwork. The sun would catch her on the side of her cheek, and she would squint up her …
My Mother met my Dad on her wedding day. She was head over heels in love with his picture. Her own Mother had slid it under her nose one day out of the blue and she caught sight of the jet black hair and mercurial smile. She said yes to his picture for the rest …
Anthony sat looking at a heavy drizzle of rain through the large glass window at the forefront of “Pebbles” café. He was in a limbo of emotion, detached from this wintry scene. It was as if he was suspended between two perfectly balanced tendencies, not knowing whether to mourn or to rejoice. It was for …
The buzzing sound of the passing cars on the road were a comfort to her. She observed in a distracted way that it provided something she could focus on. It grounded her. She tuned in and out in a way that felt soothing and was able to slink in and out like someone coming slowly …