A Heart Never Forgets
“We’re off to Europe next month. Would you two like to Nanna-sit for a few weeks?” Our friends took weekend care of a frail aged widowed friend of theirs, a one-time mother-in-law for whom a divorce didn’t impair the fond relationship with her son-in-law. They were good people. In due course Nanna came to stay … Continue reading
All wars come to an end.
He sat outside on the front porch of the shack and listened to the hum of the summer evening as he rocked gently back and forth in the chair and smoked his pipe. The evening warmth felt good on his stiff ligaments and fragile bones. He’d occasionally pause to take a sip of grain alcohol from a … Continue reading
In a cloud above TallBloke Towers …
Zeus stomped back over to the couch and sat down with a sigh. He put the unopened can of Special Brew in his hand on the coffee table without so much as a glance. Flicking through TV channels, he shouted with increasing frustration: ‘I bloody hate Christmas telly. Every bloody year it’s the same old rubbish. Jehovah … Continue reading
Old friends and a questioned end.
He knew he’d screwed up and should by all rights be dead now but he’d been saved by some sort of miracle he couldn’t understand and it spooked him. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he got about a nagging suspicion that he simply couldn’t shake; there was something about some aspects of … Continue reading
Line of Descent; The abandoned prequel.
I’ve just got back from a holiday in a place where there’s no internet access and where the people there aren’t too bothered by that either. It was very relaxing and the last thing I was doing was preparing the next blog piece for this weekend and I’m still in holiday mode. Chatting to my … Continue reading
Food for the Wolf
Once upon a time there was a mangy old wolf who liked to eat a pig once in a while. People blamed the poor devil terribly for what was after all, just his nature. They made up horrible stories about him eating piglets, cats, dogs, barns, little girls and anything else they could think of … Continue reading
A meeting in the park.
A Meeting in the Park. The elderly man walked down the path in the park. It was late in the evening and the Sun had long ago set. Beside him his small dog trotted on a lead. Like its owner, it was small and gnarled but somehow managed to convey a plucky dignity. The path … Continue reading
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