Short Story

Town was busy with the PRIDE march.  Thousands of people making their way to the Dane John Gardens.  Colours galore, banners and music.  Everyone enjoying themselves and being themselves.  Great. *** Derek has been staying here for a whole week.  We have been giving my kitchen a spruce up.  I’m not in the market for…

Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside! I do like to be beside the sea! Oh I do like to stroll along the Prom, Prom, Prom! Where the brass bands play, “Tiddely-om-pom-pom!” Woke early, the sun was up and the heat of the day was beginning to build. I had my morning cup…

Oh confound it, my tooth started to ache again last night.  I’m not waiting to see if it wears off or settles down, I rang Mr McScary at 8.30 only to be greeted with a message ‘This dental practice is open between 10 am and 6 pm, please call back between those hours or leave…

Derek texted to say he had been given 2 tickets to a wine tasting, was I interested?  Gave him a quick call in my lunch break and he explained the auction house was having a wine sale and all the staff had been given tickets to a tasting at a local wine merchant.  I don’t…

Thank God, Charles Dickens’s last antibiotic tablet.  It has been a battle of wills.  I’m sure he has a 6th sense and knows when it’s due.  Today I found him on the top of the wardrobe behind a hat box.  A good deal of bribery with treats and coaxing eventually persuaded him down.  The vet…

With all the things going on last month I completely forgot about Hilary’s birthday.  What with Dad, the poetry night and pancakes with Derek.  My mind has been distracted. *** Rang Hilary and had long heart to heart.  I let it slip I had made pancakes for Derek and how it felt so natural and…

Dad is still in hospital, he’s hoping to be discharged in time for his birthday on the 5th.  I spoke to Hilary last night, she says he’s much better, off the antibiotic drip and complaining about the hospital food.  A good sign.  Fingers crossed he can come home.  She said the girls had knitted Grandad…

  Mum rang last night, Dad has a nasty cold.  She says he is snoring so much she has banished him to the spare room.  If snoring was an Olympic sport Dad would win gold every time.  As children he would keep Hilary and me awake. *** It’s the great Victorian writer Charles Dickens’s birthday…

Last day of my Christmas and New Year break and I don’t feel I have achieved much.  In December I made a list, wrote it on coloured paper in turquoise ink. I thought it might spur me on, didn’t work.  Have decided not to brood on the unachieved but to start afresh tomorrow.  New list…