It should be something inspirational, something to make the piece soar, a fitting climax to the whole movement. He scratched his head, chewed the end of the pencil, let his fingers dance over a few keys until they ended in a terminal 'thunk'. It was no good. He just couldn't find the right expression of … Continue reading COMPOSITION
One last wistful look at the mist on the hillside before I go. A deep breath in, filling my lungs with the fresh air. It is quiet, only the birdsong breaks the silence. No one else is around this early in the morning. Others will come later for their turn. For me, that's it for … Continue reading ONE LAST WISTFUL LOOK
Gorodskoy Park in the sunshine. Not the most beautiful park. More concrete than greenery, but well-maintained. A series of paths connected by roundabouts. Along the wider walkways, freshly painted green benches, shaded by overhanging wispy branches. So what was I doing in this nondescript park in the middle of Minsk? Well, that is a longer … Continue reading GORODSKOY PARK
Archie strolled back from the shop, newspaper under his arm. Another fine Mediterranean morning. In the campervan, Agnes was still in bed. Archie settled down in his seat to read the headlines. Iran had retaliated against America with missile fire. A commercial aeroplane had gone down. He turned the page. Bush fires in Australia. Not … Continue reading EXTENDED VACATION
The polling station was about to close. The queue stretched round the corner, at least five hundred people. Some had been there all day. 'Technical difficulties' the returning officer for the district had said on the radio. They weren't the only one. Across the country there had been reports of similar incidents. It didn't take … Continue reading A SUDDEN CHILL
