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The Pond People – 2

Continuing the Mirlings’ story. (Find part 1 here.) Something streaked past Molly, washing her aside and propelling the goldfish into the cover of reeds. The cat’s paw rose empty through the water. The bright blur swooped into a somersault before slowing to become an orange-and-black mirling. He landed with a flourish in front of Grandad … Continue reading The Pond People – 2

Mothers, Have Mercy On Us All

Originally posted on Writing and Works:
Is there a quota for mercy? Do they give it to the younger angels, take their hands on clear mornings, and steer them to the edges of clouds where they can peer over the banks into the depths of blue beneath. All our little prayers bubbling up to be…

Meet the Mirlings

I’m in the process of revisiting a story I wrote a couple of years ago and didn’t finish. I plan to post it here in bite-sized instalments, in the hope that this will motivate me to finish it. I’ll keep each post short – we’re all busy people – but I welcome any feedback as … Continue reading Meet the Mirlings

January – the longest month

January always seems the longest month of the year. Maybe it’s because Christmas is like the culmination of December. The days after it finally arrives are filled with family catch-ups and travel between bases, and then there’s New Year’s Eve. By the time we settle back into “normality,” it already seems an age since the … Continue reading January – the longest month

A cracker of an idea for Christmas

Originally posted on CabbieBlog:
It’s the question soon to be asked at every table in Britain “Shall we pull the crackers before, or after dinner?” This curious tradition of pulling on a roll of coloured paper was invented in London 165 years ago by Tom Smith. Starting work at an ornamental confectioner’s Tom would experiment…

A Story for Christmas

Christmas Presence Griller scrambled over the top of the skip and landed beside Shorty among the scrap. Dislodged rubbish splashed into puddles far beneath them. Footsteps pounded along the alley. They returned slowly. The blue lights flashing above them were turned off and the police car left. The alley was quiet apart from the scurrying … Continue reading A Story for Christmas