Tag Archives: old-age

The Solitary Road

Posted on July 24, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

It was in the way he drank: time was not in short supply for this gentleman who sipped at his glass and studied the wall ahead for things to contemplate: a solitary figure in a near-empty bar, an afternoon drinker, … Continue reading →

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Because I loved you

Posted on November 26, 2015 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I cannot hold your hand this year, I cannot share that memory. I cannot pour a drink for you or walk the beach where we both walked. I cannot laugh as we both laughed or dance a night time’s life … Continue reading →

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One Last Tryst

Posted on November 4, 2015 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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An Unsettling Seduction

Posted on October 12, 2015 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

My mother was a woman of rigorous order and routine, disregarding a weakness for iced-buns, and few things were allowed to alter the structure of her day or week, including unnecessary “Hysterical” displays, which was the generic term she applied … Continue reading →

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Down At The Fossils Club

Posted on August 3, 2015 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I go there once a week on Thursday afternoon’s with what I call my spending money. That is the money which is not taken up with just surviving, although that makes me far from unique I know. Down at the … Continue reading →

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Life Without Fishing Nets

Posted on October 10, 2014 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, and  some remaining artefacts. Me grinning with a new caught fish, the harbour as it once was, … Continue reading →

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An Invisible Presence at The Birth

Posted on November 4, 2013 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

In almost every case the birth of a child is a moment of Joy, occasionally Panic, Fear or Unease: normally the product of stable parents but sometimes not, the child might be blessed with love or any response from a range of emotions.  In almost … Continue reading →

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Living with Echoes

Posted on October 18, 2012 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Sitting in a cafe recently  I glanced around myself to check the lie of the land before reading my newspaper.  My eye was caught by some old boy also sitting on his own. His clothes seemed as old as he … Continue reading →

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Tea and Biscuits

Posted on July 6, 2011 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I knew a lady , old  and  proud. Money was in short supply but from her dress and demeanor that would never show.  She never  complained . She had little but   her privacy and  guarded it closely. What her life … Continue reading →

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Somewhere in the Desk a Memory Lies

Posted on June 30, 2011 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Her dad is eighty eight,  not in the best of health . There is no choice: he must go to a home. The daughter is worried but her day is filled with work and battling through the grind of middle age. She has her … Continue reading →

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