Fiction Writing
Archie dug his toes into the sand, relaxing in his reclining chair. From the tepee he heard Agnes clattering about. She stumbled out. 'You said you wanted a holiday with plenty of sun and sand.' He didn't open his eyes as she slumped into the chair next to him. 'Don't feign innocence. You knew what … Continue reading DESERT GLAMPING
Exhausted, dehydrated and sunburnt, they let the tide sweep them in for the final nautical mile. They slouched on their recliners and held hands. 'We made it,' he said, 'I told you we could.' 'Four months on this contraption. Next year, let's have a walking holiday,' she replied. On the shore, the gathered crowd awaited … Continue reading FOR HIRE
Bill took Agnes' arm and steered her to the pavement. 'One too many prosecco?' 'Come on, follow the white lines home,' Archie called back to them. 'Remember that time you followed the wrong white line...' '...all the way off the end of the boardwalk.' Bill and Archie finished off Agnes' story. Archie took Agnes' arm. … Continue reading LIFELONG FRIENDS
A STORY OF QUERULOUSNESS IN QUIMPER, FRANCE ‘It’s unusual in that it bends in the middle to match the contours of its location and avoid an area of swamp,’ Agnes read from the guide. ‘Probably couldn’t build it right,’ muttered Archie. Agnes gave him a withering look and carried on reading from the pamphlet. ‘Some … Continue reading Q IS FOR QUIMPER, FRANCE
'Dan,' she called urgently in a hushed whisper. Dan turned and saw Amy beckoning him. He stepped back from the tour group. 'What is it?' 'Stand in front of us.' 'Why?' 'Just stand in front of us. Look what she did now.' Dan peered round Amy. Their daughter, Chloe, grinned at him. 'She didn't.' 'Oh, … Continue reading CAVE ART
