Bryan Hemming

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Enough for a Drink (some you never win, some you always lose)

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

May 29, 2014 · 6 Comments

All washed down

Just thought I’d blow my own trumpet here, as nobody else wants to blow it for me. Probably because of all the spittle that trumpets collect. This short story is … Continue reading

May 18, 2014 · Leave a comment

Mr Scrubbly’s lucky, five pound note

Mr Scrubbly set his big brass alarm clock for two o’ clock in the morning. A time he knew Mrs Grubbly would be fast asleep and snoring like a big, … Continue reading

April 11, 2014 · 5 Comments

Mr Scrubbly’s glasses go missing

Mr Scrubbly couldn’t find his glasses. He looked and looked and looked, and kept on looking but still couldn’t find them. He looked on the table by the side of … Continue reading

March 26, 2014 · 7 Comments

Mrs Grubbly’s and Mr Scrubbly’s Saturday Morning

Mrs Grubbly wouldn’t get out of bed. “It’s Saturday,” she said to Mr Scrubbly each time he told her she’d better get up. The whole house was higgledy-piggledy with the … Continue reading

March 12, 2014 · Leave a comment

Mrs Grubbly’s Valentime’s Surprise

Clink-clank. Mr Scrubbly heard the letterbox and sat up with a start. He looked towards the hallway to see a big white envelope flip-flop onto the coconut mat by the … Continue reading

February 14, 2014 · 4 Comments

An American Husband – An American Trilogy 3

“Our Betty should never’ve wed ‘im in fust place,” announced Betty Touchette’s mother. “Any normal gal wi’ nowt fer brains but old tripe woulda knew it were doomed fore they … Continue reading

December 29, 2013 · 2 Comments

Life imitating literature

When I first wrote Old Miguel and The Circus about a decade ago, I was trying to stretch suspension of disbelief to its very outer limit. Old Miguel’s tale of … Continue reading

December 26, 2013 · 4 Comments

Purple Haze – Jimi Hendrix

Apart from being the title of one of the all time greats, Purple Haze was also the name of an acid tab sold around London in the late 1960s. Both … Continue reading

October 25, 2013 · 2 Comments

El Levante

Sometimes it howls in for a couple of days, at others it rages a week or more. Nerves tatter and tempers fray. A wind like no other, the longer it … Continue reading

June 29, 2013 · Leave a comment

An American Abroad – An American Trilogy 2

Out of all the places there was to go, I never did figure out why Betty wanted haul our asses back to Leicester. In my book it stank. Just the … Continue reading

May 21, 2013 · 1 Comment

An American Trilogy – The New Teacher

Like a pile of autumn leaves scattered by a sudden gust, the realisation reached every corner of the playground in a trice. The moment he stepped through the gates of … Continue reading

April 4, 2012 · Leave a comment

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