I watch the bumper cars and listen to the 80s tune that blares out of the cheap speakers, distorting the words so you have no idea what’s being sung unless you happen to know the song. The sound is so loud that it makes conversation impossible. The music mixes and blends in with the screams… Read More Flash fiction story : Wait and dream
He was given his first guitar when he was four years old. It was green, plastic, with no strings; still it obsessed him. It played tunes when buttons were pressed but it was limited. Guitar lessons started age eight, after his father bought him a ‘grown up’ guitar, and his teacher taught him to play… Read More A lifetime of guitar tunes
Christmas is my favourite holiday. The holidays have a way of helping people relax and no place is better for that than the office Christmas party. Even the foul breath of the photocopier engineer is ignored for the night by the semi-drunk receptionist looking for attention. You get to dance with the boss. Maybe cop… Read More The holiday blackmailer
Every month, the first Wednesday of the month to be exact, we meet in a room above the pub. Jake gets a great rate because he is old friends with the landlady. Habit brings us together along with a sick sense of loyalty. Nothing is gained from the time we spend together. We go home,… Read More The broken mastermind
Stick me in the bedroom and I know exactly how to perform but put me in a kitchen and I’m a little lost. It’s billed as the room a woman’s place is meant to be and it is the one place I’d rather not be left in. I was born to eat and be taken… Read More Mama Africa
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