Photograph curtesy of Yinglan/ The Gardner engined Foden lorry is making its presence known. The sound of the engine ticking over is almost drowned by the sounds of chains been unclipped and milk churns being unloaded. Five am and the…
To me it is a potting shed, somewhere that I might work in secret. A place where my pen can flow uninterrupted. It is a bolt hole from those individuals in society who call, just to be able to tell…
A surprise awaits those who reached a certain age and this place in life’s discourse. However first you need to understand that Greenacre’s is fine nursing home, which is mainly used by the country’s older citizens. This morning a new…
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 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…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
