The Memory Game

Gerald stared out of the rain spattered kitchen window at the branches of the trees swaying and shaking in the wind. A typical winter day he thought, stirring his coffee in an absent minded way. His eyes came to rest on a wooden bench at the bottom of the garden under the apple tree. How many times had he and Sheila sat there, holding hands, watching the children playing, up by the house? He had so many happy memories at this home.

How to Clean a Hippos Teeth

“This morning you have to clean the hippo’s teeth.” I just stared at him. Then I gave a nervous giggle. He was pulling the left -handed screwdriver joke on me surely. He wasn’t.

The Wren’s Feather

Standing in the hallway I was quaking inside my polished school shoes. My knee high grey socks were neatly turned over under my knees, just below a small skin laceration caused by the bramble bush down the lane; and my gold and grey tie was painstakingly knotted to perfection.             My stepmother held out my... Continue Reading →

The Door of No Return

Picture by Olli Haaker   Charlie had never noticed a door there before, which was strange if you considered how many times a day he was up and down this hospital corridor.He tentatively leant forward and knocked, but there was no response. If there was one thing that he liked more than anything else, it... Continue Reading →

Treasure Hunt

    The excited voices of children floated up to the top of the hill carried on the gentle breeze. Up here on the grassy slopes the man had been relaxing, warming himself like a lizard in the sun. Now he shifted to peer over the rocky outcrop he had settled behind, hoping the kids... Continue Reading →

Alone

Petra lay on her back listening; sleeping bag peeled back to expose the warm red fleece she had slept in last night. It was so quiet out there apart from a sudden smattering of moisture on the tent side. The noise was sharp in the pre dawn stillness outside her thin nylon walls. She listened... Continue Reading →

A Weekend in Jamaka

  The time felt right for a camping trip to round off the two week school holidays. On Friday we loaded the vehicle and left late in the afternoon with a two hour drive before us. My two grandsons aged seven and three had been desperate to get there from half past five that morning... Continue Reading →

Mother’s Love

                                                  You’re trouble, she said, closing his offering of literature Red marks his only distinction From the institution of diligence and erudition. You’re hopeless, she sighed at his offering of peace... Continue Reading →

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