‘If it ain’t broke …’

Another Indie piece that’s just a little too quintessentially Brit for its own good. It started life as a 500 word entry in an Escape Pod competition and, while it didn’t get voted through to the next round, it acquitted itself very well considering the main character is a man with Down’s Syndrome. The aim was to write something the people I work with would see as positive, that has humour and authenticity, and doesn’t dissect their vulnerability. You may find the authenticity claim a bit hard to swallow but I can vouch for every bit of dialogue – some bloke with Down’s has uttered those lines to me … Continue reading ‘If it ain’t broke …’

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Going live with a SWAGger

There can’t be too many more daunting things to do for a more-or-less beginner writer than reading your work out loud. Oh wait, there’s reading it out loud as part of a group that doesn’t know you yet, to other groups of writers and performers, at an Oscars night for a local arts and theatre group. On stage. With a swan-neck microphone that had gone dipping for weed during an earlier dramatic reading. No sweat then! The evening was the occasion of the Sunny Worthing Arts Group ‘Oscar’s Oscars’ honouring winners of  their poetry and short story competitions and including, by invitation, readers representing local … Continue reading Going live with a SWAGger

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‘An older tide, touched’ – #nffd

An older tide, touched So they walk; ancient crystals of silicon counting the millennia between their toes. For the moment, they are silent. All that could be said has spun away to echo across time in infrasonic broadcast, pulsing its message  from the inferno of inception to the deep, dark, thundering conclusion. But then: Where did we come from? The beginning. Where are we going? The end. Those are our questions too, or would be if we had any place in this way-station. What lies between? I don’t know. What is ‘I’?   Older than the seeds of life carried … Continue reading ‘An older tide, touched’ – #nffd

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‘Yesterday was the best day ever’ – #nffd

Yesterday was the best day ever It was the day mum and me had just been to the big shop in town to get my senior school uniform and even the smell of it was thrilling. I couldn’t wait to wear the dark green winter skirt, scratchy or not; and the satchel – well that was glorious! All shiny leather with new, stiff straps and brass buckles. We hurried off down the high street towards the bus stop, mum putting her purse away and me thinking about the bubblegum in one pocket and the thirteenth birthday lipstick Gillian had given … Continue reading ‘Yesterday was the best day ever’ – #nffd

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‘Kitchen Forensics’ #nffd

Kitchen forensics Her resolve faltered as she reached the kitchen door. It would be huge and offensive. It would require a delicate touch. It would be hers to deal with – yuk! As she approached, an advance scouting party of flies lifted off and dispersed itself across less appetising surfaces to wait, she imagined, for the all-clear. Well, not for a while and not here she told them. She regarded the agglutinated mass forensically, put on gloves and aimed a squirt of surfactant at the festering heap. Then, dissecting out two small bones and a piece of cartilage, she wondered for … Continue reading ‘Kitchen Forensics’ #nffd

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‘Fete Accomplice’

Some stories are just too British to compete well in the predominately US market and so this one is out as an Indie. ‘Stop it right now, you dizzy tart!’ Marissa Nalletamby is giving herself a telling-off in front of the mirror. ‘He’s married, you’re married, and you barely know him.’ She pokes at her hair with the end of a comb, ‘And did I mention, you barely know him?’ read on?   Continue reading ‘Fete Accomplice’

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