Tag Archives: creative writing

Discovering Art

Posted on October 5, 2020 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Captain Crab, recently retired as ‘Officer in Charge’ of the stationary dept at Slumpdown Barracks, could claim, in secret anyway, that whatever the situation faced by British troops, regardless of the weaponry at the enemies disposal, the men supplied by … Continue reading →

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Did You find It

Posted on June 29, 2020 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

At forty years old I secretly hankered for adventure, the promised land, peace, social standing and a secure home even if those disparate goals were always jostling for my attention. Married yes, but not loved: trapped within a barren home … Continue reading →

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The Cost Of Love

Posted on December 16, 2019 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

The Cost Of Love He loved her in his non-committal way, and every morning without fail, as he left their home, would say, “Enjoy your day,” and wave his hand to emphasis the comment: he didn’t believe in altering routines! … Continue reading →

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Life Without Boundaries

Posted on August 5, 2019 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

He’d lived a different life to mine; climbing mountains I had never heard of but his eyes lit up with understanding when I spoke. You do not have to be young to be lost, and living a life marked by … Continue reading →

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One Last Cappuccino

Posted on July 22, 2019 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

With six months to live at best, two with mobility he had determined to make the best of what he was given. Sometime after the onset of middle age, and after one of those periodic calamities which had marked his … Continue reading →

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Life By Chance

Posted on November 14, 2018 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

It was only an hour since we’d met. She had missed her train and I missed mine, both of which were taking us to different parts of the country. Now we had to wait for five hours, or six in … Continue reading →

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The Incomplete Life Made Whole

Posted on January 29, 2018 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I do not have a home: I have a place I sleep in adorned with photographs of my wife who died five years ago, before this place became a museum owned by fading memories. I will love her forever, we … Continue reading →

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Discovering Martin Glubervitch

Posted on January 1, 2018 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Sludging into that unfocussed area which was his middle fifties, sometime after the innocent optimism of youth had been expended on one or two false starts, career-wise, and with a failed marriage under his belt, Martin Glubervitch was struck by … Continue reading →

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Diary Of A Lost Soul

Posted on December 29, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I walked those gardens where we met, a lifetime or was it two ago, holding your hand within my own, feasting on that gaze of yours, so full of trust: the source of my tranquillity. I saw the tree on which our … Continue reading →

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What’s In A Greeting?

Posted on November 27, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I am one of those people who pretend they know more people than they do or are friends with someone just because they chat with them in cafés: three days a week I work as a forecourt attendant at my … Continue reading →

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