THE VIADUCT

Daniel looked down at his wet and muddy trainers. They were just days old; cheap one’s he had treated himself from his meagre earnings. He had worn them to school, a final defiance for everything it seemed to stand for. He sighed. He could defy no longer. He didn’t give a shit. His school uniform was in tatters. His tie long gone, ripped from his neck in desperation for air….

FREE AND AS FRAGILE AS I AM

I am, sadly, almost as common as muck. I wasn’t always common. Oh no. I come from somewhere much further up market. Now that I’m no longer in pristine condition or cool to be seen with, I’m reluctantly resigned to being matched with the hoi polloi of my ilk, much to my own disdain. I’m homeless, but thanks to the wind and the whims of mankind I can share a…

A STORY NEVER TO BE TOLD

A story about a paperback book and the story it can never tell.   It was a paperback much like any other. There are thousands of the same, all telling the same story written within. It had touched and toyed with the emotions of many, for it was well travelled and had had many owners. It was hardly significant in anyone’s life, yet the story within its cover could have mirrored…

THE DOOR AND THE OLD BRASS KEY

At first, we never noticed ‘the door’. Crikey, it was an old building, our first visit to view and with so many doors, nooks and crannies, it was easy to miss things the first time around. Even on the second and third visit, the fact that we didn’t see the door cannot be explained, except the bathroom door opened outwards and when it was open, the door was hidden. We…

LOST IN LONDON

A sad story of 1295 words about optimism, hope, enjoyment, fear, and ultimate loss.   It was last minute. We weren’t going. We never go, because we are never wanted. Being black, we’re not considered cool anymore, if indeed we ever were. All the others go, sometimes in turn, sometimes random, but they all get their chance to see the world. But for me and my twin brother, nope, always…

THE LEAF

This is a simple story, 970 words long about a leaf that crossed my path and spurred me on to write something meaningful. ………………. Yesterday, I found a leaf. Or did I? I have this strange and eerie feeling that this leaf found me, as if it and I were meant to meet, by the strangest whim of fate or from the power and wonder of nature, to stop me…

MY FRIEND ROBIN

  Just a short story, 495 words of what happened out walking the coast path.   As friends go, Robin was always a bit of an odd ball. Our very first meeting was creepy. Out walking on cold afternoon along the coast path, I was deep in thought when all of a sudden this stranger just appeared, making me jump by his instant rhetoric. He started chatting before I could…