The Migrant, by Paul Alkazraji “The opening lines make you, the reader, feel that the story has already been rollicking along like a bolting horse, and it is a pace that the storyteller never eases up on.” (from the back cover) -o-O-o- As a member of my neighbourhood book club, I’d just dawdled through theContinue reading “A Wonderful Read from the Balkans”
Category Archives: Fiction
Easter People
(Continued from ‘Bad Thursday’ and ‘Why Good Friday’s Good’.) Wendy’s café. Saturday before Easter, One year on “What a difference a year can make!” remarked Ben as he sat drinking his coffee. “When I think back, I felt my life didn’t amount to anything worthwhile. My only aim was to lower my golf handicap, butContinue reading “Easter People”
Why Good Friday was Good
The cover picture is by ChilVera, via Pixabay Saturday before Easter Day (continued from ‘Bad Thursday’) “C’mon Wendy, talk to us” we said, as she flitted too and fro amongst the dozen-or-so other café customers. Saturday morning was ‘peak hour’ when working people joined us ‘economically inactive’ folks. A leisurely breakfast cooked by somebody elseContinue reading “Why Good Friday was Good”
Bad Thursday
that is, the Thursday before Easter “Aw, thanks Wendy,” we said, as the café owner deposited a tray on our table. This held four steaming mugs of tea; our bacon sandwiches; jars of ketchup and brown sauce. It was warm for the time of year, so we’d decided to sit outside looking onto the road,Continue reading “Bad Thursday”
Three Plastic Cartons…
…Les, Phil and Chris, sat on a kitchen shelf at the Golden Dragon takeaway. In wandered a young man wearing a smart leather jacket and his high-heeled girlfriend, bedecked with bangles and a pretty necklace. He fancied Chow Mein, she a Chicken Curry. The chef went to work, eventually grabbing Les, filling him with rice,Continue reading “Three Plastic Cartons…”
The Memory Tree
1975 A.D “Chrrup..Chrrup…” “Yes, of course, I’d be delighted. You’re the very first bird ever to settle on my branches! Make yourself at home, feed on the insects in my bark…” I beam with pride as the dappled light shines through the canopy way above my head. Now I’m growing up, I’m aware of myContinue reading “The Memory Tree”
Rich Pickings?
The UN Paris Summit on ending plastic pollution took place at the end of June/start of July. At first, it seemed the people most affected, weren’t going to have their say!
So, what’s it like to be a city garbage waste picker?
Saturday 6th May 2023 – An Adventure
Did you enjoy the Coronation weekend? The people I’ve spoken to, have had mixed reactions. As for me, I’ve never before appreciated the pageantry of state occasions. But this time was different.
I wanted to share why I found it exciting. I bet you’re sick of debates about the value of the monarchy. So, I wrote a short story instead, with my comments at the end. Hope you like it!
Confessions of a Conveyancing Solicitor
Do red tape and heartlessness make your blood boil? I don’t normally ‘do’ cynicism. But last year I became so furious at something that happened, that I have to spill it out.
Gladys and the Magic Ring
Poor Gladys still finds life tough in her care home. But once again she takes her opportunity to make a difference to someone’s life, this time one of her carers.
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