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.
Dearth Day
Wilder and Thornier
A review of The Talents (Book Two) 'Fugitives and Pioneers' by Carl McGarrigle.
Wolf Haul
A short story of long ago.
The legionnaire by the lavatory
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
Mother Eartha
The first instalment. “Today maybe your final day, yesterday is always your last.”
Lunecaster
A short prehistoric fancy.
Speaking for the Unspeakable
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.
Lanky Shorts
A review of a new free collection of short stories published by Lancashire Libraries.
Leaving
Autumn arrived late this year just in time for winter and for the leaving.
A person from the past
A person from the past appeared. He was suddenly there. He asked us if we liked our home And was it a happy place? We said it was. He said it had been When he lived here. He asked about the garden And did we like it? We said we did, very much It was … Continue reading A person from the past
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