Bren

@ Richard, glad to hear you were inspired, and hope it becomes a (good) habit. I did try to make sure I’d the time-line correct for Rebecca, but whichever, it worked as far as impact was concerned.

Thank you, Sandra, for a prompt that actually got me writing. It’s ages since I last entered the monthly comp, possibly not since the Cloud imploded.

Just to clarify, this is a prequel to my earlier stories about Rebecca rather than a continuation, set ten years earlier. Rather like Athelstone with Teabreak, I can’t leave her alone. I love her to…[Read more]

I should’ve known better than to panic –  what I took for drought was silent fermentation which resulted in an uncorking and a fizzing cascade of sparkling wines.   Knick’s violently vivid tale of betrayal dangerously intoxicating with an awe-inspiring detonation of language.

Richard B’s continuation of his ‘Whodunnit’ tale and Rebecca’s stoi…[Read more]

What becomes of the broken hearted?

Tomorrow, if I make it through the night, I celebrate my one hundred and ninth birthday. I hate my birthdays. Life’s punctuation. People wander about pretending it’s a secret that there will be a party for me in the day room. The press may attend. The staff will say things such as, “Well done”, as though…[Read more]

This is in response to the original prompt, ‘What becomes…’
599 words (Phew!)

Glan-y-Nant

She’s the reason I’m so far from home in this quiet corner of Carmarthenshire where the tourists don’t come, driving along this grass-grown lane to nowhere, neither knowing nor caring where I’m going. Walking-on-air. light-in-the-face, ice-in-the-heart…[Read more]