Rebirth (Draft)
Abortion at 18, 20 years later wants to be a mum. Can’t turn back the clock
Jack Winterbaum
“You could tell just by looking at him he’d been round the block a few times. Sure he was no spring chicken and the lines in his face had been etched by sun…
The Point
“It all started last week. I was hanging out the washing on Tuesday at about 11:23. No, tell a lie, it must have been the Wednesday, because that’s when the…
fagashgrey
...because it’s *PARTY TIME!* . . . of course not there are no parties in worldafter worldbefore had parties busyhappypeople gathered busyhappypeople drank…
Strangers Meet
At this point I felt I must try and calm things down. “How about we just have the window open a tiny bit? We’ve just had to run to catch this train. In a few…
Ficly Dialogue
“What time is it?” “I dunno... “...Oh, sorry, um, my watch has gone haywire - I think it needs a new battery. I don’t know why I still wear it; think I’m just…
Sonnet 18b
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more cloying and more desperate. Fever comes from the rip’ning fields of hay, And summer’s sneeze hath all too…
Baby it's Cold Inside
I faced north, from whence the cold wind blows; the tears streaming down my cheeks spreading the dust aside as with unbridled indifference a troop of…
Rosy View
How pretty the world looks through these rosy-tints. A sacch’rine-sweet vision - simplistic Chintz Prints. Dare I lift them right off to reveal the unpink…
I'm Sorry?
I was walking, weaving, ducking, diving my way down Oxford Street on a crowded busy Wednesday afternoon last summer when I was suddenly confronted by this tiny…
England Drifts Off
Amy had had enough. Life’d thrown her more than her fair share of troubles in the last few weeks. First her dog, Bonzo had died. Cheesy name of course, but…
England, Awake!
I’d better give Amy the fix or it’ll be too late, Brian, the disfigured one, thought as he withdrew a metallic cube from within the folds of his tunic. Placing…
Charlie Nicholson: in Becker's Clutches
“Roll up your sleeve.” Becker spoke calmly, coldly; it was clear from his tone that he was accustomed to being obeyed. At this point I saw no reason not to…
What is life?
Life must go on. That’s what they say, isn’t it? But why? Don’t get me wrong, I hope it does, but why must it? I find that I’m reminded of the film ‘As Good…
Fashion 2 - Rewrite of Fashion Victim and First Stab
She’d never hit me before. I guess the correct response to “does my bum look big in this?” is not to hesitate and simply say “of course not, honey”. So I’d…
Alone But Not Forgotten
Slowly the realisation sunk in that this was truly the end of things. THE END OF THINGS. Why do I still remain when everyone has gone; the friends and…
A Mother, NOT a Fruit!
“My name is Victoria Plumm; no jokes please. My daughter, Miley has been undergoing some... how can I put it... difficulties of late. Uncle George calls it a…
The Retort Usually Occurs to Me Only Hours Later
The timing of this encounter (which, by the way, appeared to be quite entertaining to the other passengers judging by their smirks and sniggers) was such that…
England, Dream on!
...Somebody else had done that before she got there. “How long’s this going to go on for?” , she wondered. Minding her own business, she munched on the cheese…
Strangers on a Train... to Watford
I boarded a train at King’s Langley in 1978. Nothing remarkable in that, you might say other than the fact that I’m old enough to have done so. I, with my…