Monthly Archives: June 2015

Our Summer Day

My mates at the pub laughed when I told them. “With your daughters, Nigel? Are you mad?”

“Yep, mad.” My mug thumped on the bar.

The girls had been agreeably reluctant. Mum helped push them out the door. “Get along.” Continue reading Our Summer Day


The Painter’s Doom

The walls shifted inward, squeezed against his shoulders. Twisted in solitary confinement, the artist couldn’t escape.

He frowned at the seedling that shared his doom. The yellowed note taunted, “Painting makes free.”

A bitter laugh turned to cries. Anguishing back spasms blinded him. Continue reading The Painter’s Doom