The Rusty Fence

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 …

The Rusty Fence Read More »

The Wedding Day

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 …

The Wedding Day Read More »

THE NEOPHYTE

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 NEOPHYTE Read More »

Station House

It’s the same every morning.  I wake up and I ask myself one question.  Is today going to be the day that I decide to speak again?  I search my mind momentarily and always end up shaking my head and saying no, not today.  When I made the decision back then not to speak, it …

Station House Read More »

Souvenirs

Here in the dark, we three My Father, myself and the baby We are witnessing the fields after the storm from our living room window All is clean, blank and still With the lights gone out Everything is simple and slow Single minded in our endeavours He is resurrecting an old torch I am finding …

Souvenirs Read More »