Jim cursed. It was turning into one of those days. He’d had a bad night; bloody bladder was playing up and he’d been up three times. At 4.30am, desperate enough to slash his wrists, he’d turned on the light to read. Reading always made him tired and it seemed the best thing. A loud grunt … Continue reading Uphill
I am wandering round the huge store not really concentrating. I don’t like shopping at the best of times and hate the huge, bright intimidating spaces stores have become. I usually go in, get what I want and get out again. Today though I don’t really know what I want, I need to eat but … Continue reading The Wrong Aisle
It was their 25th wedding anniversary and I’d never seen Mum and Dad happier, the house bursting at the seams with friends and family. It was a simple affair, with six kids and one colliery worker's wage coming in, there wasn’t money available to splash out on a lavish affair, hence holding it at home. … Continue reading The Anniversary
Wandering around the junk shop, looking for nothing in particular, more for inspiration for final detailing pieces in the new bar we were opening soon, it started to rain heavily; so I moved indoors. I inched my way slowly around, not wanting to trip over the eclectic mix of items scattered around the floor, they … Continue reading The Pewter Jug
I shuffle slowly, ever closer to the edge. The metal girders of the bridge firm beneath my soft soled shoes. My mind is racing and my stomach churning, thinking of my loved ones, wondering if they know I love them, hoping they won’t be angry at what I’m about to do. I’m all alone on … Continue reading The Fall
The scar spread inexorably from the pit yard across the previously pristine countryside around the old fishing lake, it’s jagged edges and dark mounds like a cancerous tumour. Some of the mounds were so high a tunnel had been excavated through them. As kids, we were banned from playing or even going anywhere near the … Continue reading The Scar (3)
Constance took the back lane from her cottage towards the village station. It was one of those lovely autumn mornings; a low sun shafted golden beams through the little pockets of mist that lingered. Glancing around to ensure she was not seen, she did a little hop, skip and a jump through a pile of … Continue reading Constance Twittering (Village Affairs 2)
Jim and Margery sat at the top table and surveyed the Community hall, full of their family, friends and neighbours. It wasn´t very often these days people celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary and the whole community had turned out to wish them well with this wonderful party. On arrival, flowers and gifts awaited them, people … Continue reading Anniversary
