From my window I see my son playing in the garden. He will be six tomorrow and for his birthday treat he has asked to go to McDonalds. He wants to take two school friends, Thomas and Graham – but…
Walls of Jericho
1901, the year Queen Victoria died, would also prove to be the death year for the less famous but well-to-do Jericho Adams, Esq. of 8 Ash Grove, (named for its complete lack of Ash trees) in Birmingham. The day began…
The Roaring Sixties
“What’s your name, sweetie?” The barefoot woman in a flowing muumuu smiled as she straightened the garland of flowers in her abundant brown hair. I shaded my eyes through my hand from the bright summer sun to discern the source…
The Sweet Smell of Success
His beautiful face contorted like a reflection in a Hall of Mirrors, spitting his hateful words ‘old, talentless and so boringly predictable.’ He had told everyone I was his ‘Next Big Thing’, pushing me to constantly audition, until my deep bass-baritone voice…
Three for Two
Always a family affair, today there were three generations behind the stall, including a woman in her late 20s. A toddler in a torn skirt tugged at her dad, telling him in her inaccurate and swoon-worthy vernacular about her grazed…
A Single Shining Dot
The eye-shaped tree knot on the coffee table looks at me with unblinking intensity. The graffiti of sun rays coming out of the window frame extends onto the floor, ceiling and the adjacent wall. It says: ‘No limits’. I’d love…
