Tag Archives: Fiction

A Slip Of The Tongue


It was my father who told me once, that if you wanted to enjoy a sensible conversation with my mother it was important to catch her attention before noon. As he said, “She does not object to swallowing but will … Continue reading

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Bunter Macintosh Joins A Gym


Avoiding mirrors has been the central rule in my self-penned “Guide to Contentment” on the grounds of such views interfering with an enjoyment of cake and sausage rolls: all well, good and sensible until the other morning while, as I … Continue reading

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A Life Portrayed In Photographs


It was my friend Colin who said, there are two records of your life: one told in the photographs and the other through the impressionist pictures which describe how you felt in the same period. Sometimes it’s hard to see … Continue reading

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Re-Living The Moment


It must be thirty years ago, while I was at university and before I met my wife, when we were returning to my lodgings in a taxi following a birthday meal, and you leaned over and kissed me, That evening … Continue reading

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The Other Side Of Luck


Predictability in all things is my idea of heaven, starting with my wife Helen obviously, and closely followed by a cup of tea enjoyed while watching the sun rise above the horizon, given that the hour of its appearance is … Continue reading

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Note Perfect


The opening of the “Arts Centre for Disadvantaged Children” had been a great success with attendees including the Lord Mayor and several local dignitaries. Among those present, and a significant benefactor to the project, was the apparently revered Mrs Mellidrew, … Continue reading

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That Greener Grass


As she reached up to kiss me goodbye I felt my wife’s hand rest on my chest. “Look after yourself out there” she said: it was what she always said but somehow there was a sense of urgency about it … Continue reading

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