Never Mind
By PJ It is the strangest thing, but I strongly believe that I have lived a past life.I can’t remember all the details. The memories are a little fuzzy. It feels sometimes as if they are within reach, then in…
The Rainbow Garden
By Lillian Bradbury I remember the first time I saw you. A small gnome-like figure, squatting on your haunches inspecting a laurel bush. The leaves were mottled with earthy brown patches, and you brought the young tender branches nearer, almost…
🔉 The Drive Home
By PJ Hi, my name is Charlie, and I live in New Jersey. I’m on my way home, on my own, in my brand-new Buick, listening to the radio. I look forward to this time of day. I get some…
Rowena Draper
By Lillian Bradbury “You wouldn’t believe some of the things going on here. Quaint, sleepy Pickering… Don’t you believe it! Past and present, there’s more to this area than roaming the moors, visiting castle ruins and dodging film crews in…
The Perfect Plan to Lose All of Your Friends
By PJ I didn’t really have a perfect plan to lose my friends.It just worked out that way. When I sit and think about it, none of what happened can be ascribed to being entirely my fault. Some of the…
🔉 Phantosmia?
By Lillian Bradbury Dad sat bolt upright in bed as if he had been shot. He fled to the window, and through the half-light, he saw Mother with a bundle in her arms about to drop it into the water…
Heirloom
By Pat Barnett The beginning of this heirloom started with little caterpillars munching the leaves of a mulberry tree – then to the thread they spun; which was gathered and woven into lengths of fine silk. This story follows a…
A Quintessential English Evening
By Lillian Bradbury Hundreds of two-legged creatures walking in a continuous line and trudging across fields in various states of dress. Some wearing long flowing gowns with flowers in their hair. Some wearing crisp white shirts beneath dinner jackets, a…
Paradise
By Lillian Bradbury He eyed me with suspicion, sucked in his cheeks, lips clamped tight. I only had one case, which he pulled out of the boot, slamming the door shut with such force the rooks took flight. Bennett glared…
The Coach Holiday Disaster
By Lillian Bradbury The Coach Holiday Disaster ‘Well she’s not our age. Do you know her?’‘Nope, never seen ‘er ‘afore.’‘By, look at them ills.’‘Aye. Ow do you suppose they built them dry stone walls right up there?’‘Well graft lad. Ard…