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Meredith March studied the wreck peering at her from the mirror and added a touch more mascara to already overly mascara-ed eyes. She is always heavily made up, having never fully recovered from her Dusty Springfield circa ’69 phase. She’s sitting at a mock rococo dressing table wrestling with hair tongs. The dressing table’s gotContinue reading “Delete”

The Sheep & the Grey Horse – Hotpot Comes Back Home

After his rapid and highly effective escape from the new field, Hotpot decided he needed to find his own kind. Frantic calls to the neighbourhood friends and farms came up with the same theory, although it was fundamentally flawed: “he’ll seek out other sheep, don’t you worry, he’ll turn up”. But of course Hotpot wasn’tContinue reading “The Sheep & the Grey Horse – Hotpot Comes Back Home”

The Sheep and the Greyhorse – Hotpot Comes Home

The sheep sighed. Off in the near distance they were coming. He turned to the small Shetland pony grazing idly nearby: “here they come again Max, only this time there’s more of them” he said, barely moving his black sheepy lips. The pony looked up with mild interest and blew a lazy breath, soft andContinue reading “The Sheep and the Greyhorse – Hotpot Comes Home”

The White Gates

They sat on the stoop watching lazy crows hopping along the furrows. Occasional seagulls floated above the flat brown, fading into the clouds. The white gates were closed. No one was coming. It was just them. Beatrice poured another glass of warm Chardonnay and lit another cigarette. “Fifteen years we’ve been coming here and forContinue reading “The White Gates”

Bourne to want more

There are rumours of another Bourne outing, but no word on the script yet. Persuading the lead players to get involved might not be that hard. But what to call the films?

Here are some suggestions, depending on when the films come out and how the script develops:

• Bourne in the USA (Springsteen soundtrack)
• Bourne to be Wild (Animals soundtrack)
• Bourne on the 4th of July (lots of red, white and blue, pies)
• Bourne on Christmas Day (thanks Matilda)
• Bourne Aloft (with bit parts for the Borrowers)
• Bourne Lucky (Kylie Minogue love interest)
• Bourne Free (opportunities for lions and locations in Africa)
• Bourne Vita (much hot chocolate consumed)

Crokesmith & Starr

Kevin Crokesmith and his assistant, stood patiently in the reception area. The Crematorium people slid about with subdued faces in a monotony of black. “Well, Wendy are we early or are the girls late. She’ll be arriving soon.” His face was a slightly pinker version of the grey of his shirt and his too-wide black tie made him look like a lollypop. Wendy Boilings gave him a nod as she watched the Crokesmith girls tumble through the door, the taller one breathless the rounder one even more so. “The hearse is just coming.”

NumptyTrumpty Had a Great Fall

It isn’t keeping his job or not that matters, but what happens next for Donald Trump. A divorce filing is coming closer, the date likely to be nearer to the 20th January than not, when eyes will have shifted to the incoming president. His third divorce after a fifteen year marriage to Melania will be an expensive business for Mr Trump. How expensive depends on the terms of the prenuptial agreement Mrs Trump will have signed.

The Three Bees Chapter 8 – And then the cold came

When he woke up Curly was extremely cold, much colder than he had ever been before. Alone and on the edge of being able to move he was afraid. But he could feel the rising sun warming the wall of the hive and slowly he found he could move a little bit, then more asContinue reading “The Three Bees Chapter 8 – And then the cold came”

The Sheep & The Grey Horse

Prologue “What do you mean?” Hotpot stopped chewing for a moment to consider what he meant but he couldn’t remember.           “She’s the one who knows” said Hotpot staring out of the field shelter at the gate where a middle-aged woman was fiddling with the latch. “And the others, the one she calls William and thoseContinue reading “The Sheep & The Grey Horse”

Short Story (1982)

Looked up at the squeak. The door opened: grey eyes brimming soft as she said: “Have you got everything then?” Stuffing socks in corners, books between the layers, a muddle of colours in the frame of bluegrey and we two looked together at the open jaws waiting gently to close and shut the things away.Continue reading “Short Story (1982)”