Pete Hartley: sometime dramaturg, perennial scribbler
Chapter Three Nudge did not appear the next day, which was Sunday, 12th October 1969. Neither did she show up at college on the Monday. No-one knew where she was but Geraldine Garter said that was perfectly normal. No-one ever knew where Nudge was, even when she was there. Nathaniel was curious, then concerned, then … Continue reading The dogs of door
Nathaniel pushed his nose hard against the seam of his anorak hood, and inhaled deeply through his nostrils. The fabric flexed like a post-coital bat’s heart.
A review of The Talents (Book Two) 'Fugitives and Pioneers' by Carl McGarrigle.
A short story of long ago.
Roaming in Ribchester “Jim Ridge has got a Roman Wall in his back garden.” So declared my mate Bob some forty-odd years ago. At the time we were enjoying a pint in a pub in Ribchester on the banks of the River Ribble in Lancashire. I cannot recall how Bob, who was an aerospace fitter, … Continue reading The legionnaire by the lavatory
The first instalment. “Today maybe your final day, yesterday is always your last.”
A short prehistoric fancy.
The garden speaks continuously, day and night. It has spoken since long before it was enclosed ninety years ago, and it will never stop unless it becomes concreted ground. Even then it will speak again; just give it time. It has always been heard, we hear it all every day and read it continuously, but its messages are not conveyed. They remain within us.
A review of a new free collection of short stories published by Lancashire Libraries.
Autumn arrived late this year just in time for winter and for the leaving.
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