SPECTRAL MISTS

'Years since anyone has lived here.' The cobwebs and thick carpet of dust, moss and dirt reinforced Daisy's words. Wind blew in through broken windows, daylight entered where once the roof had blocked its path. Outside the crumbling walls the thundering sound of the surf crashing against the foot of the cliffs resounded. 'They found…

A WHISPER

Autumn had arrived. The windows were covered in early morning condensation as the cold air outside met the warm heated air of his apartment. He pulled the blanket round his shoulders and stared at the murky grey dawn. A child's laughter, like a whisper on the breeze, echoed round the quiet room. Through the hazy…

A TRUE SCOTSMAN

'Bagpipes aren't even a Scottish invention.' 'But they are the Scottish instrument.' 'No one in Scotland goes around dressed in kilts.' 'No-one?' 'Okay, the odd bloke might, but he smells of whiskey and urine and people steer clear of him.' 'The American tourists love this stuff.' 'Do you really think Scots wear tartan everyday?' 'I've…