They say a woman’s wedding day should be the “happiest day of her life”…
She dressed with painstaking care because this evening he might propose. She hoped he would – had been hoping for some months now. So she was ready well before time, waiting by the window in her thin coat and re-heeled shoes, scanning the rain-swept road for his headlights. He drew up at one minute past seven… Continue reading In the Blue Light of the Belvedere Hotel
Raymond looks at the office clock for the tenth time in the past two minutes. Ten seconds to half five… nine… eight… seven… He switches off his computer and pats his pockets: keys, wallet, pen, comb. He picks up his briefcase and is lifting his coat from its hook just as the second hand sweeps… Continue reading A Note for Raymond
A short poem for Mother’s Day. I hope your mother never spoke to you like mine did to me. We all deserve love.
A character study of someone existing on two very different levels. What you see is not what you get. I hope you enjoy it – and that you don’t know anyone like Tim!
While trying my hand at rhyming poetry my dear mother-in-law took possession of me and had her say.
Sometimes it’s hard to find the right card…