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Sophie’s Exit

This hadn’t exactly been how she’d wanted it to happen but she’d been planning it for so long that it was too late to change anything now. She’d followed her own self-imposed rules.  Made sure she carried on as if nothing were about to happen; nothing different; nothing strange, unusual, unprecedented, and yet—and yet she … Continue reading

Frying Pans and Fire

She wasn’t going to need it where she was going.  They’d said the place was furnished like a palace; room after room of cosy, calm, uplifting colours—every hue of the rainbow and more—and she couldn’t bloody wait.  Nobody in the world wanted a poxy pale green velour armchair.  And nobody since the middle-ages had owned … Continue reading

Captured

He can’t find the colour photographs; the ones with the vibrant fields of tulips from their trips to Holland, or the ones with seas of golden sunflowers on the Tuscan hills.  They must be somewhere.  Perhaps Helen’s moved them.  Maybe she’s arranged them inside one of those gilded albums she likes to keep within arms’ … Continue reading

The Monsters Aren’t Under The Bed

He’s gone now.  But he’ll be back. There’s an odour under here which reminds me of something; of somewhere I’ve been, but I can’t recall precisely.  It’s a holiday smell – like a floral scent in a cleaning solution or sun-cream – something like that anyway.  And I can’t make sure by breathing in more … Continue reading

Pastures New

Sometimes only a poem will work for a picture.  Well, I hope it does  written in response to the Creative Writing Ink image prompt for 11th May, 2017

To Do

The blossom’s out now.  One branch of the cherry tree hangs in a wide arc across the kitchen window, obscuring part of the curving path which leads to the back gate. She can’t see the garden properly though – and not because of the cherry blossom.  She widens her eyes but doesn’t blink.  Something fat … Continue reading

Now and Then

In five years’ time when he’s standing at the front of a church he’s never set foot in before, waiting for  the vicar to nod at the organ player to begin the opening bars of The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba, he will be thinking of her. But she won’t be the one about … Continue reading

‘Not Long’

He’d timed himself by doing three dry runs this week so knew it was possible. In ten minutes he’d be across the open plan office, down the five floors to reception (lift, not stairs, and he’d factored a 30 second wait), straight across the busy lunchtime main road (because walking 20 yards to the pedestrian … Continue reading

Pre-loved

When he’d agreed to look after the shop for Rose he hadn’t quite known what to expect.  Okay, so he knew from the times he’d popped in to browse and/or have a mid-morning cuppa, that she had specific things arranged in different areas for ease of perusal.  For instance, there was an old tea chest … Continue reading

The Surprise

He’d positioned the gift it so that it would be hidden all through Christmas.  Then on the twelfth night, once the decorations had been removed and they were carefully packing the tinsel and baubles up ready for next year, she’d find it nestling securely between the inner branches of the tree and she’d be so … Continue reading

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