THE LAST BELL TOLLS

A carpet of bluebells heralded the spring, rebirth and growth surrounded them. They lay among the flowers in the sunlight that blazed through the forest canopy, enjoying the intimate closeness of their bodies next to each other. 'I've missed this,' the girl murmured, her hands roaming across his chest and stomach. 'Me too,' the boy … Continue reading THE LAST BELL TOLLS

FINISH THE STORY – AFTER THE LONG HARD WINTER – Part Five

This is another Finish The Story prompt from Teresa (aka, The Haunted Wordsmith). Teresa started the story. Then she passed it to Michael, who tagged Di, who tagged Fandango. So let’s start at the beginning (my entry follows): Teresa wrote: Winter had been hard. Harder than anyone in Goosedown had expected. It was six weeks into spring and Emily … Continue reading FINISH THE STORY – AFTER THE LONG HARD WINTER – Part Five

THE DAILY POST: DISAPPEAR

'Sammy,' he shouted now, more desperate. Other parents stared, two or three came over to him, looking concerned, willing to help. He tried to explain to them, his words were shrill and panicked, 'He was right here, right here, at the slide, I had his hand, and then I turned for a second and he … Continue reading THE DAILY POST: DISAPPEAR

P IS FOR PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

A STORY OF PERESTROIKA IN CZECHOSLOVAKIA (now the CZECH REPUBLIC) 'My old friend,' he greeted Phillips with an enthusiastic hug as he had always done. Phillips returned the gesture before resuming his seat. Přemysl took the seat opposite him. They sat facing out from the small coffee shack, looking at the pond and the green park … Continue reading P IS FOR PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

WITHERED ROSE

She had withered over the cold winter. The gradual process of ageing had taken its final undignified collapse. Francis wheeled her mother outside into the garden, where the morning sunshine had evaporated the dew and birdsong brought promise of the arriving spring. As the rays of light beamed over the frail figure, the hunched back … Continue reading WITHERED ROSE