The Story of Eve…

“Tell you what,” his new voice announced, “Why don’t we just settle this nice and easy? Just you and me.” He was offering me the chance to fight to the death, knowing all along that he would win. Superior strength would always win; that’s what he thought. He lumbered himself up to his full height... Continue Reading →

Discarded Ending I Presume…

Long sleep the end… The bottom line was that I was trapped. I was in a place of safety, secure in the knowledge that I would never be exposed to the forces that threatened me, those forces that lived on the outside. The problem was that when places were this safe, they didn’t tend let... Continue Reading →

Bound To Be…

It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, he thought. ‘Nothing,’ he said aloud. ‘I went out too far.’ Ernest Hemingway   The Old Man and The Sea I first read this book when I was about fourteen years of age. Not a prodigious reader... Continue Reading →

From The Story of Eve…

We separated and hugged the darkness that clung to the buildings. The young hunters were so deeply involved in their initiations that they did not notice us. We were next to invisible and completely silent. My companions were covering the other side of the clearing and I had to strain to see them. Musa, the... Continue Reading →

The Chinese, Tea and Milk…

On that fourth day, Mother and I found ourselves seated at one of the long benches in the underground. A number of Laura’s group were off scouting outside. Some ripple of information had worked its way amongst them and they had organised themselves into small scouting parties. Maddie, the little girl who had twice come to... Continue Reading →

For Mum…

I wrote this some time ago before the future became the present, and soon-to-be past. In the next few days, my own mother will pass. I always wanted to write about her and the life that she had lived. In the end, the only things I have written are in note form. When she dies... Continue Reading →

A Stage To Cough Upon…

There is a formula in mathematics that enables the enquirer to ascertain the rate of change of a thing. The thing in question can be anything. The thing could be perhaps a chemical compound, momentum, traffic lights and air traffic controls. These things are important even if we never really think about them or take... Continue Reading →

Normalcy…

People are using ‘normalcy’ these days. I don’t like it but accept that language changes over time as behaviour also does.  Life can be separated into the time that we are awake and the time that we are asleep. Trapped in our home, we are finding that sleep is becoming more prevalent. The days are... Continue Reading →

The Great Hall and Everything…

If my room offered a covering of darkness, the corridor was a block of it. As had become the norm, there were no comforting snores or reassuring farts, no mumbled half-remembered lines from the subconscious of sleeping minds. There was just the certainty of the silence which had probably always been there, plus the drumming... Continue Reading →

Dog Eat Dog…

Pathetic fallacy is when a writer aligns the weather with the human scenario. A storm brings anger and lightening a crisis.  At the start of the dread Corona virus, the weather changed from rain to sunshine. Something beyond us has a dark sense of humour. The winter was awash with the brown flow of flooding; houses... Continue Reading →

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