THE GRAVEYARD AT THE END OF MY STREET

There's a graveyard at the end of my street. I've walked round it since I could walk. I've read the tombstones since I could read. Over the years I have written the life stories of the people buried there. There's one grave that memorialises three generations of one family. The father, son and grandson. They all … Continue reading THE GRAVEYARD AT THE END OF MY STREET

U IS FOR UMBRELLA

Sand walked through the hotel reception. The night porter saw him heading for the door. Sand was wearing the light windcheater jacket, the only one he had brought with him to Bergen. The night porter hurried after him with an umbrella. ‘Please, Sir,’ he offered it to Sand just as Sand pulled open the glass … Continue reading U IS FOR UMBRELLA

SPRING BLOSSOM

The pink blossom signalled the arrival of spring. The temperature turned to a pleasant warmth. The skies were blue, the air was fresh. The sense of a new beginning, a fresh start. Optimism and positivity. Every year the same. The cold, harsh winter left behind. Neighbours emerged from their cocooned houses, smiling and waving. Children … Continue reading SPRING BLOSSOM