Tag Archives: Love

A Passing Memory

Posted on December 10, 2018 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Sitting with my wife and grown-up son waiting to board the train to Cornwall I saw a lady from my past walk by, catching my eye as she had so many years before. She was my first wife and the … 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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A Distant Star

Posted on November 20, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Ever since I have been old enough to want more than to go fishing, play football or become a musician of note, I have had a “Star from Afar:” some inexpressibly mysterious beauty whose progress across the silver screen captured … Continue reading →

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Her Parting Words

Posted on October 16, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

The time for pretending was now over: her gaunt face lying on the pillow, eking out her final breaths, Madelaine our only child, sleeping quietly in my arms, too young to watch her mother’s presence living out its final throw. … Continue reading →

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Those Eyes You Can’t Forget

Posted on June 5, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Value her as he did, and love her as he did he could not promise to value her always, and that scrupulous thought forced him to walk away and not look back. That look she gave him then, empty and … Continue reading →

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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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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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A Romance In Passing

Posted on January 17, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I came across her as she was walking down some road in the dark, with the rain pouring off her face and back, and I demanded she just get in the car and out of the weather till she muttered … Continue reading →

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Love By The Hour

Posted on January 10, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

  The single truth which fed and clothed her every day since dropping out of university was to do with men. Inspired by the welcome and then depressing attentions of her classics professor, she realised she could earn enough in … Continue reading →

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Last First Kiss

Posted on January 4, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

When I met her she felt her beauty was a recollection: her power to attract, she feared, long since gone and she was defenceless against the scrutiny of those less charitable than herself. She was a drunk in a bar at some … Continue reading →

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