His hair is yet another shade closer to white, and there’s a frailty that wasn’t there in the Autumn. It’s the 28th April, the time for planting, and for new growth on the allotment. B...
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Someone clicked play, and the DVD started. The large house they had booked for the weekend had an enormous TV, and the family had gathered on the three huge sofas in the larger of the two lo...
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I'm not in the habit of lying. Not since I was a child and my Father beat that out of me. Yet, they don't believe me. I don't know how to make someone believe me. Maybe they think I'm just t...
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"Well thank fuck for that. I thought you were going to sleep forever. I brought you some grapes. Not many, but grapes anyway." Danny slowly focused on Tony's face. It was either hell or he...
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The sun was high in the sky, blazing down on the Holloway Road. Danny had been picked up for some work, and had been hard at it all morning. "Sometimes the red buses seem like the only col...
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HAT ON THE JETTY The sun was low. There was a flat sparkle on the water, but still some spray blowing onto the seafront. Fortunately for her the wind was blowing straight along the length o...
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SHOUTING The boat captains are strutting cockerels. One of them stands on the prow of his boat and barks at the tourists. He isn't even vaguely trying to be friendly and welcoming, the very...
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Andrew came across the newspaper cutting while packing. It was as soft as felt. Blurred and brushed at the edges, paper turned to cloth. There was a whole box of stuff that he just moved fro...
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The door clicked shut behind Rose, and she set off down the street. She hadn't used her best handbag for quite a few years. She had equipped it with extra tissues but hoped they wouldn't be n...
I flew over the alps the other day, on the way to Greece. It's always an impressive sight, jagged black peaks, some still snow topped, jutting up at you, and in between them smooth wide vall...
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I must have bought it around 1988. I'd recently moved to Leicester, and wasn't looking for anything fancy. Watches had never been that important to me. I think I wore my Granda's before this...
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You were very different to the teachers. Much younger obviously. You also had a lot more style. Better dressed than the teachers. You weren't like our dads or our brothers. You wore jeans wi...
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He was one of those that got lost along the way. I'd known A. ever since I had started at the school. I suppose that makes it a few years. Doesn't sound much, but when you're a kid that's a ...
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It all happened quite suddenly. One minute she wasn’t, and the next minute she was. Born, that is. Being born is always tricky of course, but for Ophelia it was especially tricky as she ha...
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New boots in old mud. A thousand footprints and palms kissing the gate. A tree's yellow blue lichen against grey sky and brown hill. Steady rhythm, field, gate, field. Lines of lavend...
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It's been about four years since we left. The vines in the vineyard are quite a bit longer. The path by the bridge over the river is quite a bit more worn and muddy. Some people look a l...
Mick Wheeler lives in a small house, in a small street, in a small village, in a small valley. That is all that is small about Mick. He has a big heart, and the physical presence of an Oak...
http://www.domesticatedbohemian.com/2014/08/a-shoreham-day.html
The bathwater was cold. Probably a good ten or more degrees colder than the temperature above the waterline. It had been a hot day. A very hot day. More than eighty percent humidity. More th...
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I'd always hated that dog. Scruffy looking thing. Dirty black mongrel. A bit of Labrador, a bit of Collie. It seemed quite old, but it was as snappy as hell. I think it belonged to the sex o...
http://www.domesticatedbohemian.com/2014/05/the-dog-in-alley-story.html
Danny had won on the horses. Not much, but enough for a treat. He bought himself ten Number 6 and a half bottle of White Horse. He slipped the bottle into an inside pocket. If he didn’t ke...
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The house seemed smaller. Colder as well. The other two had disappeared upstairs with the suitcases. Richard walked around the familiar kitchen. He picked up a recipe book with stained pages...
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I must have been just 17 or 18 when my friend Ian gave me a compilation cassette that included two songs by The Velvet Underground. Up until then I'd mostly listened to AC/DC and a few other ...
http://www.domesticatedbohemian.com/2013/10/flowers-for-lou-reed.html
The daily journey to work inevitably brings a superficial familiarity with the other passengers. However, the rules are clear - you don't speak unless there's a crisis. If the train breaks d...
A long time ago, in a land far away lived a beautiful Princess. Her name was Ruby. Princess Ruby was still quite little, but was growing. A little bit at a time. She had her own Chef, who sup...
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"Grandma, when you were a young girl, who was your favourite boyfriend?" An innocent enough question I suppose. But one that Ann hadn't thought about for some time. "Well, that was a very...
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