Photo by PhotoMIX Company on Pexels.com Aiming his spray bottle of liquid fertiliser directly at Gary, Errol retorted, “Drinks are cancelled.” Errol easily made friends with the neighbours when he moved into his newhome. He had a penchant for conversation and jokes and found alcoholsmoothed any awkward silences at his weekly, ‘Friday afternoon drinks,’ sessions… Continue reading When the Neighbour Cancels
I used to see Davo and his ute (read: Pickup truck) driving around the suburb each and every Monday, no doubt on his way to work. Then, he simply disappeared. I didn't know him but imagined Davo's life was somewhat tragic. It turned out it was. Here is his story. Photo by Hassan OUAJBIR on… Continue reading Davo’s Idea of Fun
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot It is not easy to tell a story in 100 words. If you are up for the challenge, head to Rochelle's blog and join in. Here is my take on the photo prompt: The Forbidden Cellar She thought it was wrong. She blamed her curiosity and the estate lawyer who… Continue reading The Forbidden Cellar – Friday Fiction
A True story A tropical hotel with a pool and a family on holiday. Mum's reliant on seven-year-old Meeva, to watch younger sister, Jenny, as they play. It's their custom back home. With Meeva’s help, two-year-old Jenny takes her soft toys for a swim. As Meeva swims laps, Jenny silently slips to the bottom.… Continue reading Street Smart is not Pool smart -Flash Non-Fiction
I was young, probably the youngest student in the group. Out of the intake of 20 or so girls and two older guys, I had only just turned 17. I had to wait until my birthday before I could start training at the old hospital, as a Student Nurse. All the trainees were eager to… Continue reading When You See Strange Ghosts
It's a room I have seen, but never have been. A room filled with comfy reclining chairs where white, seemingly middle-class women sit, invariably talking on their cell-phones, while their feet are washed clean. Ethnically diverse women, primarily from Asia, work long shifts every day and the salon is always full. The tedium of long… Continue reading It’s All About the Nails
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