I got home from work earlier than usual, soaked from the walk. April is one of those months when I never know whether to take my raincoat. In the evenings, since Joanie finished with me, all I usually do is sit in and mope. I live in a ground floor apartment on the same block […]
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I woke up in 1974 to find myself wearing platform boots, and yes, I am a man. That was 1974 for you. They were silver and made me taller by an inch. Funny thing was that everyone else in the clubs wore them too so I didn’t stand out. That and my shoulder length straight […]
Such a popular song so I’ve tried to make it as obscure as I can: The houses look the same with their brick walls, white windows and front gardens freshly mown. The gravel on the drives has been swept, the hanging baskets are watered. They look empty as I walk out of the cul-de-sac where […]
This week’s story from a song lyric. A bit of drama for you. Do you know the girl’s name? We’d been going out for four months. It was brilliant. I was head over heels. She was everything to me, the girl of my dreams. We met a party and she looked gorgeous, all smiles with […]
This week’s story from a song lyric and, for once, you get a clue. The title begins with a C, as its also part of the atozchallenge. Any ideas what it could be? “If I say ‘I love you’, it’s not enough to express the way I feel about you. There’s so much more.” Charlie […]
Belinda lived with Gary for three years. They met at the 25th party of a friend of hers called Emma. Gary was standing in the kitchen, tall, dark tousled hair and scruffy t-shirt with ill-fitting denim jeans. Belinda felt an exhilarating shiver the moment they touched hands and he hugged her in welcome as if […]
It was Saturday night. Ben pulled on his t-shirt then finished arranging his hair before he picked up the phone and called Bill. “Woohoo. There’s only one word for it, woohoo. We need to go out. I’m really excited, Bill.” “I keep telling you, don’t call me Bill. That’s too old. I’m William. Will…I…am.” Ben […]
http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=2280 “Hello, is that Mary?” “I can only just about hear you, Mary. The line’s not good and there’s a lot of noise here.” “I’m at the station. Yes, that’s right, overnight. We all have to leave in the morning on the troop train. It’s taking us across to the coast, there’s a big army […]
“How much is it?” “A dollar fifty each.” Charlie pulled the three dollars from his pocket and passed them through a narrow slot in the window of the museum’s ticket office. It was the first time that he and Kate had visited and he’d spent days preparing, studying the guidebooks and reading up about the […]