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
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
Sometimes I despair for the younger generation. Am I just like generations previous, who lament the ineptitude and inabilities of youth? I guess it is just another sign of getting older and crankier. Whinging about the youth of today? Who can blame the kids? The goal of our evolving human race appears to be to… Continue reading Sometimes I Despair
Have you ever had that feeling that you have lost track of time? That you were a day behind. You are not alone. It happened to newly retired Suzanne too. Running a tad late Suzanne sat down, surprised to take the last vacant seat at the table for the ‘Older Singles’ group, a community group… Continue reading That’s Ridiculous
Photo Prompt Bill Reynolds It was our chance to farm. A bargain. The work repairing the rundown greenhouse coops was exhausting. Using all our savings, it was operational in four months. 2am starts broke our resolve. Picking and packing herbs under floodlight; driving to market; the rush to set-up by 5am. Tired. Unwitting customers… Continue reading Buying a Farm
Phoebe feeling lazy, frowned. “I did it yesterday. Ask Darren.” Mum was insistent. “It’s your job. She’s desperate for a walk in the park.” Petra’s tail wagged, effusively. The guilt trip worked. Phoebe and Petra were almost at the road, when Mum called from the doorway, holding out Phoebe’s coat, “Come back. You’ll need this.”… Continue reading Nearly Wasn’t
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