Alison was determined to celebrate with or without her husband. When she confronted him about the hidden bottles of vodka, he exploded, driving off in a rage; the hire car skidding over the grass and flattening the chrysanthemums. ‘Will dad be coming to our party tonight?’ Sophie asked, stabbing the fleshy part of a pumpkin … Continue reading Joyeux Halloween!
The first man to be convicted was Brian Potter – a forty nine year old seen jogging alone through Wicksteed Park. His plea of ignorance about the new Middle-Aged Men Prohibition Act (MAMPA) 2018 was no defence at all and when combined with his feeble excuse of having to relocate in search of work and … Continue reading The Fall of Man
Cardigan wearing bookkeeper by day, am-dram director by night, Alan King had secured the Church for one night only to perform: ‘The Laying on of Hands.’ The Parish Council had explained how busy the schedule was in the run-up to Christmas and a Tuesday night in late November was all they could offer. ‘For goodness … Continue reading The Laying on of Alan
'Hemingway was a genius.’ That’s what grandad says. ‘What does he mean?’ Bernard Goodall was dying of cancer. His stage four lymphoma of the spinal cord was fatal giving him only months to live. Rising to Lieutenant Commander in the Navy he had travelled the world and fought in WWII. Married for fifty-four years but … Continue reading The Old Man and the Sea
Wilma induced her new recruits in the Health and Safety Room. With fourteen years’ service at The Ministry of Home Affairs she had perfected her monthly routine and enjoyed giving the young men a full debrief on their first day at work. Martin was her first customer today. Fresh from college and smelling of Lynx … Continue reading Staff Induction
‘I’ll take first ball’ I say to my opening partner as we stroll out to the middle, even though we have already agreed it in the Pavilion. My mouth feels dry and I windmill my arms, nervous and to get the blood flowing. There will be time later to notice the beautiful summer’s day, neatly … Continue reading Opening the batting
Eighty-two-year-old Valeria Barzaga is a shrewd business woman. She sits under the shade of a mangrove tree in the quiet market square of Guardalavaca. Dressed to party in baggy red jeans, bright silk scarf and printed blazer, she puffs away on a full-size Montecristo locked in place by her few remaining teeth. She studies the … Continue reading Solo negocios