So this is the year my writing finally comes to the foreground. A quick glance over my blog for 2017 will take you 2 seconds (don’t do it, it’s not worth the time) to see I put up zip, zero, nada, a goose egg! Alright, so I did publish a few posts, but they were certainly nothing substantial, but just enough words on the screen to let you wonderful people know I hadn’t disappeared.
Here’s an experimental short story I knocked up on my morning train journey to work over the past two weeks. Continue reading “Eli’s journey (Fiction)”
Charlie treated himself to an early lunch. After all, the morning had been hectic. More meetings than he could count, or cared to remember, and non-stop phone calls. He was exhausted. Continue reading “The Life of Charlie Norman: “Lunch break””
It was a ritual Charlie didn’t mind.
Ginny’s parents visited every second weekend. Ginny and her mother Pearl would cook lunch together, while Charlie and Alf awkwardly lingered. Continue reading “The Life of Charlie Norman: “Hastiness””
The heat melted my face as I left the icy sanctuary of the office for lunch. Continue reading “I already pushed it!”