My father’s lollies

1. My Father was a great gardener. He could make vegetables sprout from the most unaccommodating soil. The aroma of fertiliser (just a nice name for chicken or horse shit)…

I am the invisible man

I am the invisible man. I have been invisible all my life. I walk past cars and they don’t notice me. Tall buildings that stand regally in the sun, don’t…

A pocket pebble

I have a small, bronze coloured stone. It’s really a pebble, and it is the size and shape of a thimble that I have kept in my pocket for years.

Someone in the room – A short story

She hears her child’s call through the darkness, from a far off place as if in a dream. It’s really just from the bedroom across the corridor, through a layer…

William Jamison The Turd

The year is 1939. A young boy follows his mother into a Doctor’s Surgery. She is carrying a small tin, the lid painstakingly illustrated with bottles of wine. The boy…

Another tear on the road to success

I was travelling to work on the Tram the other day. What I normally do is I read. The ride in gives me time to catch upon those things that…

The Lottery. The Trailer. The director is who?

My youngest daughter is 14 years old and she is currently studying a short story. The story is called The Lottery written by Shirley Jackson, first published in 1948. The…

Manheater

So, I was walking my dog the other night. It was cold and dark, when suddenly she runs off and no matter how much I call she doesn’t respond. I…

Passed away

Funny term “dead”. It’s very hard to say. I have had a lot of phone calls over the last week. I found it very hard to say “My mother’s dead”.…

Mia. A short story

She pursed her lips to form a small, round hole. Loudly, almost unconsciously, she pushed her breath through the narrow opening. The cold, night air embraced her breath with its…