Monthly Archives: May 2017

Beyond The Garden Fence

Posted on May 29, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Each day he rose from bed at six, and made them both a cup of tea, “It’s looking cold” he might remark, or “Dawn looks some time away”. He was a man of fixed routine, who liked to live predictably … Continue reading →

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Wisdom Is Discovered At “The Baffled Ferret”

Posted on May 22, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Normally resident at 37 Bloxham Road; flat 6 for the lovers of detail, Wayne ‘Sagey’ Trollope, no relative of the author but sharing a similar fondness for his own muse, could be found at his favourite location: the public bar … Continue reading →

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A Question Of Entertainment

Posted on May 16, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

To be fair, ‘the powers that be’, whatever their origin, recognised that the message would be of universal importance and thus it was issued on all social media platforms ensuring the widest possible exposure. The announcement was brief but to … Continue reading →

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Something To Do With Skillsets

Posted on May 8, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Her stare challenged everything in sight: late twenties and a shaper of events, the answer to many situations lay filed in her experiences: she feared little but some aspects of emotion, and looked on those she knew as reference points. … Continue reading →

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Sheila

Posted on May 1, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

 “What’s your name” I asked all those years ago and you said “Sheila” which I soon turned into “Shells.” We seemed to have known each other forever which was odd, given that we were both eighteen.  In the hurly burly … Continue reading →

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