by Paul White The ping-pong ball bounced as it hit the edges of the glass bowls, eventually falling between them and onto the counter top. This game was not as easy as it looked. But why was I surprised? After all, this was the traveling fair and they were here to take as much money… Continue reading The Way of Things
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A Silent Joy
by Amanda HamiltonMary sat at her counter top in her kitchen; a cup of coffee cupped in her hand and marvelled at the last few weeks. How stupid she had been. It had all started the week before Christmas… “Oh no, she’s doing it again,” thought Mary as she walked past her neighbour’s house.… Continue reading A Silent Joy
Death is Never Easy
If you can spare a few minutes to read this story, it will leave you moved. The power of the written word never ceases to amaze me. adamreeseblog When I was younger, my step cousin and I were never close. We could see each other every year for the typical holidays and bicker with each… Continue reading Death is Never Easy
Party Invitation
I'm having a party and you are invited! Yes, all of you! Where? The comfort of your own home. What kind? A virtual party. Where? On Facebook. Why? For the launch of my new book The Truth Will Out. What's going on? Fun and games, virtual drinks, lots of laughter, great author spots.… Continue reading Party Invitation
Mr Harrington, by Paul White
Something astounding happened yesterday that I have to tell you about. I was standing at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes from lunch and gazing out of the window as I did so. In the corner of the kitchen, little Jack was playing with his favourite toy, a fabric clown. I could see Jack’s delight… Continue reading Mr Harrington, by Paul White
August 6th 1972
by Karen J Mossman I have always kept a diary and in 1972 my Nana gave one to me. There was one entry: August 6th 1973: Aunty Bitch Rutter's birthday, send 1oz of poison. My 15 year old self had no idea what that meant or who it was. It was some years later I realised… Continue reading August 6th 1972
Scars
by Karen J Mossman Scars tell the stories of our lives. Have you ever looked at someone and wondered how they got theirs, but were afraid to ask? I looked in the bathroom mirror this morning and saw a slight scar and my forehead. It's hardly visible any more, but it was a reminder of… Continue reading Scars
Withington, The Setting for Behind Closed Doors.
by Karen J Mossman If you have read Behind Closed Doors, you might want to know a little about the area mentioned in the story. Withington in Manchester is a place I lived from 1968 until 1976. I wanted Kerry and Tommy to be in a place I knew so I could describe and… Continue reading Withington, The Setting for Behind Closed Doors.
A New McDonalds
by Karen J Mossman
We have had a new restaurant opened here in Stretford, Manchester and it’s right on the main road opposite the shopping mall. Prime position for passing motorists as well as shoppers. It came in kit form and they had it built and opened within a few short weeks.
I visited on the second day of opening, with my daughter and grandson, and there were slightly more staff that customers. They were extremely friendly and welcoming and we were guided to the new pre-pay machines, the only ones in this area, we were told. At the end of our selection we were given a number, Argos style, and we went over to the counter to collect. our food.
As I waited for mine, there was a manager overseeing the assistants. One of them was waiting for the drink to be put on the tray.
“Go and greet the customer,” I heard…
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Discrimination is Alive and Kicking
by Karen J Mossman I was reading an online about racial abuse on a Manchester tram where a youth started yelling abuse at a man who was minding his own business. The man, in his thirties was dark-skinned wearing glasses with his hair in a low pony tail. A regular looking guy. The tram was… Continue reading Discrimination is Alive and Kicking
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