‘Mother – you know I hate going to Gran’s toilet. Can I just go out in the bush somewhere?’ ‘No Patrick, I didn’t raise you to be a ragamuffin, don’t let me down like that.’ ‘Well, have you got something different for me to use than those horrible newspaper squares nailed to the wall?’ ‘There’s … Continue reading No Mod Cons in the country
Image from Pinterest: The Paris Apartment Jane soon learned that the laundry equated to tough work. Leaning over the stone washtub, up to her elbows, hands numb in the cold, sudsy water all day long. Followed by the wringing, with the matron's expectations of squeezing every last drop out of the linen. Then out in the … Continue reading Seven Years Hard Labour – Historical Fiction
'Mudlark' is the charming name for those searching for objects on the river foreshore, similar to beachcombers fossicking at the sea edge. In London, the Thames provides a Mudlarker's heaven. Ever since the 18th century, the destitute rifled the riverbanks for trinkets dropped into the water or cargo fallen off passing boats, which they would then sell … Continue reading Mudlarking for Treasures — Something I would love to do.
This flash fiction is my response to the challenge photo above. ‘It’s raining on our parade,’ grumbled Torpillo. ‘Don’t be such a wet blanket,’ replied Quel Destin. ‘Can’t help it. You know I’m expected to win. There’s a lot of money riding on me today.’ ‘We all know that, you’ve told us before.’ ‘I can’t … Continue reading High Horse
Sasha lived in an A-framed house on top of a hill. In the paddock next to our A-framed house on top of the same hill. Her ancestors originated from the Saane valley in western Switzerland; her descendants now sprinkled the green hills of Tassie with pure white flashes. Goats were a commonality in the self-sufficiency world … Continue reading Sasha at Boat Harbour, Tasmania in the 70s
Seventeen wooden walking sticks And umbrellas from carriages Five solid gold rings perhaps from broken marriages * Seventy-four books many of them thrillers and by the looks two pocket flasks from ex-swillers * Three empty hatboxes Plus thirty caps and four new hats Seven pairs of coloured sockses And two antique Persian mats * Sundry … Continue reading LOST PROPERTY TO BE SOLD AT THE STATION ON FRIDAY 13th FEBRUARY.
A BOOST TO THE OLD EGO --NOT UP THE TOP, BUT SOMEWHERE THERE -- ‘WILL I OR WON’T I?' RESULTS OF MORGEN’S 100-WORD COMPETITION: JUNE 2021 Hello everyone and welcome to the seventieth month of this competition. There were 56 entries from 22 authors for the theme of ‘the tourist trap’. The winning stories are ones that … Continue reading Morgen E Bailey 100 Word Competition
by Isabel Flynn 2020 Mr Lonnie Logan from Lurgan is lost A descendant is searching for him at high cost His Da was Lonnie Senior His Ma was Wilhelmina He was born in December of 1843 Baptised in January at St Mary’s of Latree * Little Lonnie Logan must have taken flight For there’s nought … Continue reading LOGAN, Lonnie – a genealogy brick wall
Listening may seem an easy thing to do, indeed a natural thing. However most of us listen with the need to comment, correct, compete or connect what we are hearing to our own experience and take over the conversation. If someone really wants a listening ear, then we need to be able to forget about … Continue reading Listening