Saturday. I was taking Muriel to London for the weekend. A father daughter trip to the theater. I remembered the little girl who loved time with her daddy.
“How was school yesterday?”
“Nigel! Time to go!”
A head popped out above. “But it’s my day off,” Nigel whined down the stairs.
“For you.” He handed his son his coat. “Not for me.”
Nigel stuffed arms through sleeves, picked up his skateboard. Continue reading Family Values
“How much longer?”
Jared looked up with his big blue eyes.
“Not too long.”
“Why what?” Continue reading Giggle
“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
Let’s just be done, duffer.
“Remember when this was the quarry? A fine fix-up. . . . Tilly and I like it. Walk every day now.”
If you prefer bloody duck ponds. Continue reading Red Hill