From June, 2017

The Underpass

The cab driver didn’t know exactly where the young couple wanted to be and was a little suspicious at first. Well dressed, clean, clearly just in on one of the many trains from the south and they want a taxi to the roadside in the post-industrial wilderness south of the city. They seemed nice kids so he went with his instinct and took them. “What exactly is it you’re looking for kids there’s nothing in that part of town. It’s just a wasteland,” said the cab driver. “There’s something new we’ve heard about on the internet we’re going to try,”…

Morning Half-Light

The yellow morning half-light filters through the broken glass and boards that were the old the houses windows. That lonely, fearful time before the dawn. How long have I been here? Waiting, loathing, watching. An empty shell, no light, no life. I will always be reminded of that cruel night all those years ago, there is someone in the street passing by. Alone so early, how foolish. I wonder can he hear me screaming, my calling. I don’t know if he can or not, each step though brings him closer. Good he’s stopped. Yes that’s it turn and look up at…

A Special Place

There is a special place in every woodland, a magic ancient dell that some are drawn to. No worries, cares, constraints, hatred or war. Only the beautiful sounds of nature, fun and laughter fill these wondrous places. My mind wanders staring at this simple swing, from rope and wood. Hanging loosely from the strong arm of a giant Beech. This leafy hollow, joyous woodland glade a safe and kindly place. Quiet spirits must surely pass this way fairies, pixies, elves. I sit awhile, mornings such as these should lift the weariest heart. On the floor what’s that? Among the ferns and brambles. The outside…

Write For Twenty Minutes

Words don’t come all that easy and with me wanting to be a writer I suppose they should. That’s why I’ve undertaken this blog writing challenge. To let the stream of consciousness flow and write for twenty minutes. 7.43am + 20 = 8.03am. Here goes and all this with no coffee. I will though be one step closer to becoming a writer. Good practice that’s what this is. Ahem same old same old, what shall I write about for twenty minutes? I have a lot of ideas but nothing has come to fruition. I get bored easily or lose my way.…

Tuesday Night

I’d been following the lumbering white Mercedes for a few miles heading into the city. Late evening on a Tuesday night and the roads were quiet. I suppose mainly people like myself going to or coming from work. The only thing I had noticed different about it was its speed. It was slow, the driver seemed uncertain of the way. The other thing, it was from the French Department 2A. I decided to overtake, it overtook me straight back. There was a young man driving. His car was left hand drive, mine right. We were just a few feet away from each other. He was in his early…

Meet At The Mall

The four friends met as usual on the last Friday of the month. A few drinks, a meal, a laugh and a joke. They all looked forward to it and had been doing it for many years. Guy and Sue as always sat side by side opposite Frank and Fiona. The talk was of nothing in particular work, football, music all just general stuff. The restaurant was a smart Italian on the third floor of shiny new shopping centre in the heart of Leeds. A city that had changed much over the years. From grimy industrial town in the late twentieth century…

‘How Much?’

‘How much?’ The cosmetic surgeon sat impassively at his desk. He knew the old man sitting in front of him would pay, they always did. He was fabulously wealthy, anyhow if they came this far they always paid. It was a small price for a procedure so revolutionary that few even knew it existed. Just a few miles away in the heart of the city a young man was being roughly bundled into a van. His whole life lay ahead of him though it would soon be changed forever. The pair met briefly in the cold, sterile operating theatre with introductions conducted by one of the…

A Stroll Down Memory Lane

I took a stroll down memory lane that was my plan. I wanted to see the Pusey Church. Grade 1 listed an important building in the Leeds scheme of things. Whole districts have come and gone, wars have been fought yet still it hangs on. Still a living church, only just how many old churches have become carpet warehouses, theme pubs or apartment blocks. Whether you are a believer or not old churches are something to be cherished aren’t they? For me they provide a link to the past, all those people who have passed through their doors. Generations who have climbed these…

Echoes From The Past

Don Davenport didn’t believe in ghosts. He didn’t believe in much at all. Didn’t drink, smoke, eat meat, vote, follow any religion or funnily enough have many friends. It was how he liked things, work then home to his flat each night in the heart of the city. Life was going well, he was happy. The day he had his accident was to change everything for Don. Hurtling through the packed city streets on his bicycle. Music playing on his headset. He had skirted with danger around buses and trucks for years. Today was to be different, it didn’t end…

Taws and Bottlewashers

I found a marble today, let me know if you lost yours we can have a game for it. When I was a boy we called the small one’s taws, the large one’s bottle washers. What was yours? It was just lying by the roadside with bags of rubbish. Why would you throw it out? It took me back fifty years to a carefree childhood. Hours of fun, free to roam and wander just be home in time for tea. No phone or money, just your mates and the big wide world to explore. The value we placed on these beautiful coloured orbs of…