Mum, Dad, the blog and me…

I encountered some dark days in the beginning. I had burnt out, lost myself on a path that was not mine, convinced myself that It would all come out right in the end. Endings, as it turns out, are just that – a cessation of actions and events that had led up to that particular... Continue Reading →

Not Rushing In…

The King Rock My childhood was dominated by memories of The King. Elvis Presley, Aaron to be more precise. My mother was in love. She was smitten with this hip-shaking, breath-taking, king of Rock and Roll. We were the family from The Commitments who could not conceive that there was anything better than the lip-curling... Continue Reading →

Elephant…

One thing that could be generally agreed upon was that we were good with problems. All of us who were not neuros were frequently experiencing problems, some on a daily basis. The problems ranged for the ephemeral stuff to the existential crisis of trying to eat fish and chips from the paper without getting your... Continue Reading →

Out of the Blue…

You always wish a quick, unlingering death for those you love. If pain is the unwanted companion on the final stretch, it is best persuaded that its tenure will only be temporary; no hanging around and effect. This is what I was thinking when I sat at the side of my mother as she lay... Continue Reading →

Netherworld…

I was in the netherworld of my dreams and the grim construct of Hansel was before me. I could not escape any of this, even when I had a head-start. Why, why, why did I have to be here? It felt as if I had been strapped to a wheel, one of my bike wheels... Continue Reading →

From AWOL…

Mathew woke us with a swift rap at the door. “This is becoming a habit.”  He smiled though I did not see much mirth. He’d come to tell us that we were going to meet with the leaders. They wanted to see this fabled Adam. We followed him through the compound that was well hidden... Continue Reading →

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 →

Mum…

I left a message on Mum’s phone the day after her death. I knew that the house would be empty, that the air would be still and that her slippers would be sitting, waiting for her, at the foot of her chair. There would be the still fresh memory of her moving around the kitchen,... 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 →

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