And though we welcomed them with arms open, a smile creasing our desperate faces, they shunned us. And though we offered food, lodgings, the comforts of home, they spurned our genuine invitations. And we regretted our recklessness, our hopes and shared loves. Were they our children? What had we made?
When we are young, the transition from a crawling baby to a scampering child does not come without disaster. There is a certain inevitability about the fact we shall and do fall many times. And, that after it being witnessed by our parents once or twice, it will no longer hold the same fear. There […]
Every elephant carried a suitcase tucked neatly under its tusks. Marching down the high street in one long line, the elephants bowed to each passer by in turn, then wandered out of town. “Where are they going?” said the adults as one. “Who packed their trunks?” laughed all the children.
￼ Like dragonfly wings Translucent against the sun Were we ever there
￼ Why’s it in stories containing ghosts, vampires and werewolves, every torch, lantern and match will flicker out just when the hero needs illumination? Do they put it on the packet: disclaimer: matches may extinguish when most required. Do you know the answer? Because I want to see what’s biting me.
Author’s Note: I wrote this really quickly because I was feeling that way out. Perkins always cheers me up. Poor old Perkin Perkins, he of the forgettable name, has found a new employer. The gentlemen asks far too many questions, however, and Perkins just isn’t in the mood. “What the hell do you think you’re […]
￼ "Is there a forever, Grandma?" "I don't know, love." "But you're a ghost, aren't you?" The old lady adjusts her frail, grey frame in her oversized seat. "Not yet. Not quite yet." "You'll come back to tell me?" His Grandma's eyes blaze with once youth. "You can count on it."
Here is my second non-fiction piece posted to Medium. ￼ When one feels lost, alone, somehow out of kilter with the rest of the world, there is a tendency towards fear or flight. If genetics have taught us nothing of life, it is that we have a predisposition to a securing of self. We build […]
50 Word Stories: Waiting For Snow There’s a steel to the morning a cold unblinking chill. Birds fly with flapping scarves trailing, a dog wear’s three fleecy jackets and a squirrel just peers from his drey. Winter has set its sights on the foreseeable and wishes all to know. I do know, now where’s my […]