Knicks

Thank you all for a fabulous batch of stories.

Seagreen – you had me on the edge of my seat wondering what was in that letter.

Sandra – such a lovely heart warming tale.

Athelstone – I love that kind hearted Brenda got the reassurance she needed.

Alex – oh! Such a tale of mystery and deceit. Thus feels like the basis for a longer story.

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Nia Price

The son of a gun had done it. I should have known it was from him, only he would use an unmarked envelope. I held the letter, signed by Nia Price, a discount anagram of his real name. He always told me if I got a letter signed by Nia, he had faked his death. I didn’t think he would do it, even when he said he found a way to make it to…[Read more]

The Unmarked Letter

It’s a circular, sitting there on the mat. Or is it? It doesn’t look like the sort of envelope they use. And they usually say To the Householder or something like that. When Arthur was alive, he’d say, ‘That’s me. The householder,’ as though I didn’t count. This one has nothing on it.

Right, that’s Edith at the door. I’d b…[Read more]

There’ll be kites [497 words]

It isn’t often that seeing an envelope on one’s doormat transports one back some forty years through time.
Took me long enough – the wrestling of the key in the lock ever more painful thanks to the curse of arthritis; the nudging open of the door with my shoulder just enough to know I’d be able to push it wide en…[Read more]

UNTITLED  (321 words)

On Thursday, I wrote a letter. Not to send, you understand, since it wasn’t really to someone, and not to keep either, because once I had written it, and re-read it in that way that people do when they are shocked by their candour, I felt embarrassed by it.  Embarrassed by the uncontrolled rage and disappointment that I had…[Read more]

Any takers for the monthly competition? A week to go.

Fantastic blog Richard, as ever. A difficult one for me to read, as I’ve always found reading about this incident, its sheer violence and the scale of the death toll, deeply troubling. That the sport I love, and a race I love, and a driver I have always been a fan of (Hawthorn) could have been (in whatever way) responsible for such slaughter is d…[Read more]

Thanks for that interesting link, Libby. One thing it doesn’t mention about Hawthorn is how fond he was of his beer – yes, despite the kidney problems – and of horseplay under its influence. I suspect the fate of the autograph hunter was his idea of a joke rather than any act of aggression. Hawthorn’s sense of humour was not subtle. Once Sti…[Read more]

Quite awful accident, Richard. I sought out some of the video and still-images after reading your blog, and I have to say that Hawthorn does look, physically, like the villain of the piece. Whether he was the actual villain or not, his face relaxes into a rather smug expression that does him no favours. I was reminded of the comedian Rob Beckett,…[Read more]

Thanks, Alex. It was fun to give Pixie and Gabe an outing! I’ll have a think about a theme for the coming month.

Congratulations Daedalus!

Well deserved win Kate, not only for the entrancing fairy story but for the impetus reading it gave me. And thank you Alex for the competition theme – the sort of challenge which stretches and inspires.

@ Athelstone – would it be possible to put that red reminder banner up more regularly? I confess I’d forgotten about the monthly comp and was…[Read more]

I really enjoyed these entries! This was a difficult decision.

@ Kate, the fairy was a nice surprise. I never saw that coming.

@ Athelstone, I enjoyed that bitter twist at the end

@ Sandra, I liked how I never met the wife but through the character, I feel like I met her through his POV.

Tough decision, but the win goes to @ Kate.

Thanks Richard

Ah, I see Edmund Clydesdale’s at it again. I’ll have to catch up with him. And there’s plenty of scope for drama in those Arctic convoys. One sale made.

Kindle out now, paperback in a couple of weeks