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Fish out of Water
His eyes water, the scratched plastic lenses of his sunglasses of little use in the mid-morning glare. He wanders aimlessly along the promenade, watching out for dog muck on the pavement and crazed seagulls in the air. Not many … Continue reading
Seeing Things
He saw himself as an international cat burglar wanted by Interpol for a number of daring fourth floor robberies of the rich and famous holidaying in the Mediterranean playground of St Tropez and Monaco. Grace, his long suffering wife, saw … Continue reading
Snow
There were never enough prison guards, there never would be, so they spent most of their time banged up in their cell, just the two of them, roommates by chance, friends by choice. They read a lot (Zane Grey, Elmore … Continue reading
Windfall
By the time we get out of bed at just before midday, the morning wind and rain have eased. “More apples in the yard,” I say. She just nods, too busy looking for the gin bottle; she needs help with … Continue reading
Starlene
You’d think that being abducted by aliens would involve a trip in a spaceship and being strapped onto an operating table to be x-rayed and probed by some tiny green two-headed creatures who are looking to colonise earth and strip … Continue reading
Downs and ups of lockdown
“Nah, we’re fine, making do. We go for walks, do a bit of Facetime, spend time on the phone, keep in touch with kith and kin, read a book or two. Watching a lot more telly, Netflix and the like; … Continue reading
Can it be that time already?
The gentle beeps from the monitor surprised her. As did the almost imperceptible vibrations in the tube leading into her digestive system. Using the controls built into the armrest of her pod she raised herself to a seated position, looked … Continue reading
They came from outer space
They weren’t what we had expected, we nor anybody else and that includes the Ruskies, the Chinese, and all those weirdo anti-vax conspiracy theory weirdos that seem to have taken over the social media cosmos. After all, the deep space … Continue reading
You Gotta Have Faith
He checked the street sign, glanced down at his map, checked the street sign again. He crossed the road, entered the park. Using his compass he measured out fifty paces in a northerly direction. A gaggle of school kids waved … Continue reading
The Routine
As it gets dark, he inspects the heavily lined curtains both downstairs and upstairs, pulls them closed, checks and rechecks. The external window blinds are permanently down helping to seal out the outside. No outside must leak in, no inside … Continue reading