I wrote Fake News for a National British Newspaper!
In the spring of 2002 I was living in countryside of Andalucia when I submitted an idea for a regular column to the travel section of UK’s Independent newspaper. Intent … Continue reading
Missives from Santa Catalina
Tales of an Andalusian fishing pueblo … … where time stands still as the World flies by Introduction to Santa Catalina and some of its characters In the autumn of … Continue reading
At the End of Tobago Street
GAIL WOULD NEVER FORGET the moment she first saw Howard. Something about him insisted itself on her consciousness in a way she’d never known. Without needing so much as an introduction she … Continue reading
A New Year’s Drink
“Best and funniest thing I’ve read all Christmas” commented Wendy Kate. rangewriter said: “… Love this. I’ve shared it as a New Years greeting for some special friends.” “I hate New … Continue reading
Short Story – The Hunters – A Thanksgiving story
An appropriately seasonal offering in my unofficial celebration of National Short Story Week, today’s featured short story comes from Crysta at Fireflydance.net. In The Hunters – A Thanksgiving story Crysta assumes … Continue reading
Après un Rêve
The third featured short story in my own unofficial celebration of Britain’s National Short Story Week comes from CollTales in New York. – Well, ladies, would you care to join … Continue reading
Frozen in Time
Originally posted on Storyshucker:
There’s a lot of life in that old freezer. It’s a chest freezer actually, from the 1960s I think. Dirty white with spots of ancient rust…
National Short Story Week
National Short Story Week starts today, 17th November 2014, and runs until the end of the week, 23rd November. To mark the occasion I am inviting short story bloggers to publish a link … Continue reading
Enough’s Enough 3
His gaze trailing rows of old framed photographs in virtual trance; Eddie’s attention is startled out of its reverie by a dramatic monochrome studio portrait of a young flamenco dancer. … Continue reading
Enough for a Drink 1
Poverty excretes a distinct odour no amount of scrubbing can rid. It permeates your clothes and clings to your skin. It creeps under your nails and leeches into your hair. … Continue reading
Bryan Hemming 