Tag Archives: Humanity

A Matter Of Philosophy

Posted on July 18, 2022 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I want to know what everything is, and nothing is; the beauty of a note and the silence which surrounds it. I like to know and understand myself, and those whom I meet, or nearly meet. I am conscious that … Continue reading →

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Mr Cummings

Posted on March 1, 2021 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Mr Cummings, who taught me English at school was considered an “Odd Man.” You could see even then, and I was about eleven when he taught me, that most of his conversations were with himself, which he involved you in … Continue reading →

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Cometh the Hour and Gone The Hour

Posted on February 15, 2021 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I remember those heady days when we first entered college, dropped our bags and said goodbye to our parents. Those conversations filled with awkward love and soon-forgotten advice. I remember meeting my new roommates, and sharing stories and then drinks … Continue reading →

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That Last Chance Class

Posted on August 10, 2020 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

You know that practised smile, the air-hostess smile so beloved in the world of the antiseptic greeting? Miss Laura had it and could look on you and then move away before you could ask if her manner was sincere, or … Continue reading →

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Seventy-Fifth Anniversary

Posted on May 18, 2020 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Perhaps he was a footnote in history, there was no one left to ask, this veteran of a near forgotten war, now brought to life through films and sometimes books, but lived by him back when his legs still moved, … Continue reading →

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A View Of Improvement

Posted on May 11, 2020 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Those friendships we enjoyed so casually in a life not overburdened with demands, allowed us room to celebrate with ease, a freedom we now find embalmed in photographs. There I am, grinning with a new caught fish, the harbour as … Continue reading →

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Memories

Posted on January 20, 2020 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Was that her, it seemed so long ago? Another life lived in another age. A young girl dressed in white, beside the man she’d known since her birth. The son of her dad’s best friend, who played with her in … Continue reading →

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Letter From My Grandfather

Posted on February 5, 2018 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Going through my father’s papers recently, he died last year but we are busy people and it takes time to sift through the clutter which is other people’s lives, I found a letter which I read almost by chance, and … Continue reading →

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She Was His Obligation

Posted on October 24, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Her face was like a map of the forgotten world or maybe just a nightmare, lined, creased and tired from experience, but there was a quality of defiance about it which drew you to a second look. Those smoker’s eyes, … Continue reading →

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Designing A Child’s Character

Posted on September 4, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

At eight and three quarter months the baby was developing normally, and now the light above the Wombulator was changing to green, which meant she could insert the chip of personality traits and abilities she wished her child to possess and … Continue reading →

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