Greenacres
Photo prompt: Anura Bakhshi/ Where to begin. Should I talk about Greenacres and it’s sixty-nine residents, or should I start with the staff who manage those residents. I doubt any of them see what I do. It is early on…
The Harpist
The melody of a harp being played, drifted like a warm ocean. Slowly surrounding people. Like the scent of a rare flower, it found ways to impart its message. Passionate kisses flowed like thick Devon cream, as the dance floor…
The pain of abdication
It was impossible to find privacy, where ever we went the paparazzi followed. They gave no opportunity for us to discover our future. In fact they dictated our future. It was an evil day that they discovered our relationship. Within…
Death came Early
Report by Officer John Redwood. Captain Westfield, usually left home at 7am prompt, but this morning a branch fell across his drive. By the time he had dragged it to one side and washed the resulting mess from his hands,…
Travelling to Skye
Dear Mum I had a rather eventful journey home, I did manage to catch the night train to Glasgow as planned. There seems to be less and less people traveling by train these days. I found a quiet compartment with…
Smoke and Mirrors
Autumn had come early to Charlotteville, Joanne could feel the nip in the air. The letters from her parents had unsettled her. Yes she knew the families history. Their journey to this world that she loved so much. Now her…
From your Mother
Dear Daughter I am writing this sitting in a yurt deep within the heartland of Mongolia, so please do not worry that there is no address. I understand that you received a letter from your father, he has now left…
Is the captain on board
As the plane took off Cheryl watched Marge scrolling through photographs, because of the time Marge took over any pictures of her dog, it was clear that she really missed it. As the seatbelt sign was switched off Cheryl saw…
Five children playing
I see a future so great. It started with a holiday, a children’s holiday, they are visiting me. I live in a town, high in the mountains. You can only get here by trekking for many days or by catching…
Two girls riding camels
Genre: Humour and Risqué mixed, I hope... “I ask you what’s a girl to do Marge, me mans gone and done a bunk, he’s now in India, after working as a lumberjack in America, he’s a real globe trotter is…