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Tuesday 19 September, 2023

Horis, Moris and Doris (a ten minute read)

This is a tale written while holidaying in our tiny caravan at Silverdyke Park near Cellardyke, in the East Nuek of Fife, (September 2023).

The idea came from noticing spider activity and their desire to hide indoors as autumn turned to winter.

From Cellardyke we had a great view of the Isle of May.

Suspend your critical faculties and enjoy this fantasy tale of the tiny Clan Deft spiders as they seek to outwit their huge Clan Brag spider neighbours.

Saturday 19 August, 2023

Mutual Garden Aid Society (5,500 words, 15 minute read)

This story was prompted by a Writers’ Circus topic ” An Appointment”.

When an idea came a calling and the story began, it wrote itself.

The tale is bout living through the trials of later life: disappointment, bereavement, facing loneliness and finding new friendships.

Thursday 13 July, 2023

Star Wars (five-minute reading time)

This story was written for a Writers’ Circus challenge entitled “Outside in”.

It is a compilation of snippets from conversations with my grandon Drew (7) as we travel from his home to football training.

Monday 15 May, 2023

Gilda Calling (100 words, two-minute read time)

This story is a response to a Writers’ Circus challenge for May 2023:

“Write a story in 100 words inspired by “Sliding Doors.”

Thursday 13 April, 2023

Castle Stalker (2,700 words, a ten minute read)

This story was written for the Writers’ Circus on the topic of ‘Home Coming’.

The deadline for submission was looming and I had only a vague idea what I wanted to write about.

We were on a short break to celebrate our 51st wedding anniversary.

When I saw Castle Stalker and Lismore Island, the story wrote itself.

It is about a woman from Canada who brings her parent’s ashes to scatter in Scotland.

However, there was a problem. It did not have a proper ending.

My friends at Writers’ Circus urged me to ‘finish it properly’.

After a further week of mulling it over, re-reading what I had written, the ending came.

Wednesday 12 April, 2023

It’s a Bird’s Life (less than five minutes)

During a recent short break to Port Appin, I saw this poster and at once the seed idea for this daft story took root.

Monday 20 March, 2023

Just Good Friends (a five-minute-read)

Sometimes when we are on our travels an idea occurs and I reach for my iPad and begin tapping.

Most of these snippets don’t ‘take’ and languish unfinished.

Looking for something else in my iPad library, I found this one and thought it worth polishing.

I hope it might amuse, over a morning coffee?

Sunday 19 March, 2023

What tomorrow brings (a longer read, about an hour)

This story comes from a Writers’ Circus challenge entitled - ‘The Day After’.

Indeed for most of the time I was crafting this, I called it ‘The Day After the Night Before’ until a different title suggested itself from the dialogue.

It is set in 1955, in the West of Scotland, in Motherwell which at that time was a thriving steel town.

The characters are middle-class, twin sisters competing for the best of two brothers.

In true Peoples’ Friend style it is full of twists and turns and flew easily from my noddle onto the screen, keeping me amused as the story told itself.

I hope this fun comes across and that you enjoy it too.

Sunday 19 March, 2023

Zephyr ( a longer read, about an hour)

This is a tale about a an ordinary man who buys a boat.

The boat is odd and holds secrets which make it the target for others, who want to take it from him.

It is set mainly on the West Coast of Scotland and the Irish Sea, centred on Ardrossan, Largs and Ayr.

Give it a try, why don’t you?

Friday 3 March, 2023

Take your chances (5,000 words, a twenty minute read)

This story was scribed while in Gran Canaria, while people-watching, in a local restaurant.

Beside us at the next table, a lovely American couple ordered a bottle of expensive wine. (You can read about this in the final few paragraphs.)

The chap looked to me as if he was an ‘academic’.

He and his lady companion, both in their fifties, were ‘too friendly and polite to each other’ to be married, was my take.

I was intrigued.

Read on....

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