I must remember to forget His name was Peter. I really wanted to marry him. We had been together for twelve years and had been engaged for three. He was all I ever wanted. I believed that when we got married all would be well finally and I would never be alone again. He proposed …
This was the reason, the real reason he had agreed to meet her. He had created the comic drama around this supposedly ridiculous dating situation with his friends when he was really searching for his Mother in this girl he had followed every day in the preceding weeks. He had seen her at the two …
Hi, how are you? You are Graham aren’t you? I am Yvonne. Yeah, I know, nice to meet you. ‘Well you dont look like it’s nice to meet anyone’. Yvonne decided to call it and go for the cheeky, sassy approach. She wanted to address his lack of warmth with humour. Not knowing what confrontation …
I am learning that stories tend to have a regular pattern and the reason for this is that they reflect the way we think. We have a thesis and we challenge the thesis with its opposite then we synthesise or integrate the result into our mind/heart. You could have a character who has traits and …
Pub Crawl She waited outside the pub. He wasnt late but he wasnt early. He was wearing his long black coat doing his Morrissey impression. In selecting it from amongst his other casual clothes he thought it would do some of the work of creating mystery where there was none. Perhaps sensitivity too. Where there …
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 …