It was just another hotel for Anthony, on the side of an ‘A’ road and not far from Boston. Not bargain-basement but not expensive; its willingness to take a single person booking for a single night on a Saturday had been its main attraction. It … (Read More)
Colour Eyes ( ≅ 456)
Walking unhurriedly in an English summer garden. Tasty tea and classic crumbly cake consumed. A warm and bright day. Walking with a camera in my hand, even if only out of habit. Walking as a happy enough visitor – even if I’m aware I’m unable … (Read More)
Perhaps A Beggar (≅ 436)
Perhaps I’m a delusional fool.Perhaps she isn’t actually poor.Perhaps she’d merely chosen to earn some spare change by singing Middle Eastern songs in the streets of England.Perhaps she needs to practice her singing and thought she might as well try to earn a few quid … (Read More)
In Prison
(What led to the ‘So It Goes’ story and photo.) A local prison was closing down and some public tours were being run before the bulldozers arrived. Lucky enough to have never been in prison – neither incarcerated, visiting an inmate nor as a member … (Read More)
So It Goes
In prison. Doing a stretch. Locked-up. Banged-up. In chokey. And so on. Call it what you like. What you call it changes nothing. “Make me an offer I can’t refuse”, I said. And he did, and so I didn’t. And so I’ve ended up here. … (Read More)
Jack Frost
With the cold comes Jack Frost, but relying on superstition and blaming Jack for winter is asking for too much cancelled disbelief; it grows ever harder to even suspend it. Without lost-in-misty-time fancies, without those easy comforts, Mr Frost is often judged a cold killer … (Read More)
A Dartmoor Story
(Why the ‘Dartmoor Voice’ story was written.) I was alone and walking on Dartmoor. It was a fairly bleak day and I hadn’t seen anyone for quite a while. I stumbled while up on top of a tor and that’s what led me to think … (Read More)
Dartmoor Voice (≅ 985)
Kim was pleased: a foul day up on higher Dartmoor and it was as deserted as hoped-for. Some real peace and quiet, at last, far away from anyone prying. A stumble near the edge while up high on a tor without a known name, a … (Read More)
Pauses Between Thoughts
(Why ‘So She Left’ was written the way it is.) I wanted to write a story that’s also an experiment in creating pauses between paragraphs, to provide obvious opportunities for just a little time to think. We are repeatedly told that the pace of life … (Read More)
(50 Pauses) So She Left (≅1,483)
She had a cat called Sid and a husband named James; she would introduce them as “Sid, James”. In the main only older people got the joke though. Neither Sid nor James made her laugh much anyway. ********** James cycled to work every morning, spent … (Read More)
