A Tale Before Christmas

Talk Room “We were just driving along, the car was handling the roads easily enough, Ian was driving. I was sitting in the back with Sue. Then they came from nowhere. They were all around us, coming out of the trees. I think Ian thought they were human because he swerved to avoid them. When... Continue Reading →

Christmas Memories

Lovely, dark and deep. Lucy’s Diary 22ndDecember  Will everyday be like these? I sometimes wonder if we are meant to be living through or just suffering them. Last night would have constituted one of the best of my life. ‘David’ who still likes to be known as Chris. I can’t help calling him David and... Continue Reading →

Crows On Poles

Beginning to get the message. Michael had been navigating using the road map they always carried in the boot of the car. Occasionally, ‘the mother’ would shout out contradictory directions and always, Michael followed hers. They were getting closer and the closer they got, the heavier their forebodings became. They had not seen any signs... Continue Reading →

A Cold Embrace

Baptism The car was wedged between the banks with the stream reaching the door sills. When they came to a final rest, they were facing back up the slope down which they had unintentionally travelled. Ian was slumped over the wheel, a deep cut to his temple letting blood at an unhealthy rate. Sue and... Continue Reading →

Deck The Trees…

In The Dark Mid-Winter Meanwhile, Graham had limited himself to just a few glasses of the highland nectar. The effect upon him was quite profound after weeks of abstinence and he found the situation most agreeable. What could be better than a winter break, in a beautiful castle with friends? Planning to sight see all... Continue Reading →

Unsaid…

“It’s okay to cry.” I was back in the office of my counsellor. Could it be just me or is crying in front of a stranger, a strange female, something that most middle-aged men would find acceptable? I did everything that I could do to keep a stiff upper lip. I braced myself. I took... Continue Reading →

Wise Men Say…

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 kid from Tupelo,... Continue Reading →

For Dark Winter Nights 3

It was the freezing air that tried to enter.  For a moment he stood, transfixed by what had taken place. The world had changed and it was waiting for him. One small step and he was through the door. He wore only flimsy slippers, worn away to the bone. He wanted to turn back. He... Continue Reading →

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