It’s Obvious

Obviously, the obvious thing to do here would be to start the sentence with obviously. Or would that be not quite so obvious as you’d think? After all, sometimes the obvious thing to do is not quite so obvious. Sometimes the obvious can be quite unexpected when someone is expecting the unexpected. As the actressContinue reading “It’s Obvious”

How a Story Began

Think of this. Think of a moment that turns the day from one direction into another, thereby changing everything. A way of taking time, moving it from what could be to what might be. We all have those moments when our days change, sometimes in ways we do not notice at the time. We goContinue reading “How a Story Began”

Mr Careful

It was back in those olden days where men were men and women sighed, but not often enough in the ways that those men hoped. Still, though, many a man would mount his mighty war steed and after doing that thing with the manual choke so the engine didn’t flood, he’d ride off to doContinue reading “Mr Careful”

Getting to the Point

It is hard sometimes. But this is not the correct forum to discuss that. Anyway, moving on… Actually, it isn’t that hard that often these days. But you don’t want to hear about that. As I was about to say… I suppose it is an age thing. After all, when it was young there wasContinue reading “Getting to the Point”

The Bonfire of the Estate Agents

As the smoke lazily eddies off into the evening twilight and the Little Frigging in the Wold Brownies begin to dismantle the still smouldering wicker man apparatus, we older villagers can look back on previous Estate Agent public immolations in comparison with this latest one. Old Feebletrousers and Grand Old Uncle Stagnant can remember veryContinue reading “The Bonfire of the Estate Agents”

The Necessity of Pockets

It was pockets Freng missed the most. Back in the Sun Empire, you wore as many layers of clothing as you could, to protect against the rain and the cold. Each layer could have many pockets. For a man like Freng, who had so many secrets to keep, several pockets, many hidden deep between theContinue reading “The Necessity of Pockets”

One Day I’ll Get Around to It

Even then, it doesn’t always go to plan. Not that you’ve ever got around to making a plan. Of course, you’ve read all those self-help books promising to make you a better you, but you’ve never had the time to do anything they suggest, and that better you has always remained just over the horizonContinue reading “One Day I’ll Get Around to It”

I Can’t Remember Her Name

I thought I’d forgotten her. I didn’t think about her for days, not about the way she stretched first thing in the morning as though the day couldn’t start without her. I didn’t think of the way she’d laugh at herself when she did something wrong, or forgot why she’d come into the room. IContinue reading “I Can’t Remember Her Name”

Travelling Man

I wandered into town carrying my guitar and a handful of songs. As I left the last town – I’d already forgotten its name – there was talk of bandits on the road. But they had not bothered me. Travelling musicians don’t get much trouble from bandits. They know we are poorer than they are,Continue reading “Travelling Man”

On the Run

When time almost feels solid, as though it’s possible to heap up each second into a pile of minutes until those minutes become hours and those hours turn into days. Each second of our time together seemed special, precious. I wanted each of those seconds to be some shining jewel of a moment I couldContinue reading “On the Run”

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