Here is a story set in the year 2057.
It focuses on Cynthia Beattie as she enjoys the first day of Festimas, the four-month festival of shopping which commences on 24 October 2057.
In a way, this tale is a trip down memory lane with a list of golden oldies which I hope you will look up on YouTube.
Could this be the near future which some of us oldies might see, helped by leaps forward in medicine, pharmaceuticals and care robots enabled by artificial intelligence?
I offer this with particular thanks to Kareth Paterson, my friend and editor who has stuck with it, advising and correcting, at times mystified by my flights of fancy. Without her input I doubt this piece would have been readable.
I am always amazed at what comes from the topics set at our Writers’ Circus meetings.
Choosing arose from a challenge to write about ‘the thing you love best’ or ‘my favourite thing’.
Once the first few words were on the page the rest came in a rush, one of the easiest stories I have ever written, perhaps because the material was all there, in my noddle.
Have a go, you might enjoy it!
At Writers’ Circus we were challenged to write a piece about flying.
This tale recounts a short joy flight we experienced in Australia when visiting friends.
It happened a long time ago, but the take-off and landing trauma is with me still.
Far better to be in a big, big plane, with eyes firmly closed.
This short piece of nonsense was a response to a Writers’ Circus challenge.
We were asked to write about an exchange of emails or letters.
After a few false starts, this surreal piece wrote itself.
This is a tale of a man who goes out into the gloom of a blustery afternoon in late autumn in search of prawns to make a spicy stir fry. . ..
Recently I came across what turned out to be an older version of this story that was full or errors!
I went at once to this website and read the ‘posted’ version which, while passable, needed improvement.
Here is the revised version.
This is a trilogy of small tales based on a few of my forays into Italy, and the resulting confusion that resulted when I tried to communicate in pidgen Italian.
Thanks again to Kareth Paterson for her editorial improvements.
At least I know one person has read these tales!
At Writers’ Circus we were set the challenge, “Be careful when you tell a lie.”
This tale wrote itself and after comments from the group, here it is.
This is a trio of tales from our family archive.
I am sure that my version of the ‘truth’ of what happened will be disputed.
That, however, is the power of my pen.
Ah, yes. I know. I know. Men cannot ‘do’ suffering.
Here it is, my tale of woe about a heavy cold, now passing into history, I hope.
This tale is 98% true.
We boarded a bus heading for Glasgow. . .
This piece contains ‘vernacular’ language, as was used by some of our fellow travelers.