Fiction Writing
She held the blanket to her face and breathed in. The fragrance hit her. She pictured him in sunshine, among the flowers of the rose garden they used to visit. She saw his smile and those wide blue eyes. The fragrance wasn't him of course. The smell that had stained the blanket was the medicine, … Continue reading INSULATED
'You don't think the mountain range is enough to keep them out?' 'Nope,' Frank spat as he knocked in the last fence post. 'But if they manage to get over that,' Giles pointed to the tall peaks in the distance, 'then this fence isn't going to stop them.' Frank threw down the hammer and looked … Continue reading CANADIAN ROCKIES RETIREMENT HOME
Every Sunday through that summer at eleven they had sat on the same bench, Patrice and his younger brother Henri, waiting while their parents attended church. At five past eleven the fountain would spring into life as the gardener, Hervé, turned it on. Father gave them a toy boat to sail around the pond. On the warmest … Continue reading BROTHERS
A STORY OF THE GARDEN FESTIVAL IN GLASGOW, GREAT BRITAIN It had been a glorious summer. Glasgow didn’t get many of them. Perhaps it was fate that the year of the Garden Festival was the warmest and driest summer that anyone could remember. The festival was meant to regenerate the wastelands that had been left … Continue reading G IS FOR GLASGOW, GREAT BRITAIN
A PROSE POEM: A shallow stream with a pebbled carpet, Dapples of sunlight on a shimmering surface. Bare feet cooled in ripples of water, Shouts and laughter and joyful splashes. A father and a son joined in play, A precious moment clutched from memory. Quiet descends on a father alone, A shadow of … Continue reading FATHER AND SON
