Fiction Writing
'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
Frankie stood waiting in the dark gloom. He pulled his jacket collar up as the cold air bit into his face. Looking across the black river there was a concert on at the new hall which was lit up in luminous red, pink and orange. The sweeping lights cast colourful shadows that reflected on the water and … Continue reading SHADOWS FROM THE PAST
