Pilfering at the chip shop

When I was younger so much younger than today I had a lot of different jobs. It was my choice. You could in those days. I might spend the summer at the seaside and Christmas in a department store or lugging mailsacks for the post office. I loved it. Moving around, never in the same … Continue reading Pilfering at the chip shop

Lockdown defiance

Mr Hawkins tapped cautiously on the bedroom door. “Zach are you awake? You should get up, breakfast is nearly ready.” When he received no reply he knocked a little louder, “Come on Zach, get a move on.” He leaned in closer to the door with his ear almost against the panelling. Nothing. He couldn’t hear … Continue reading Lockdown defiance

Beach bum

Hank stared forlornly through the great plate window at the valley below. A mist heat was rising. It must be at least one-hundred-and-ten in the shade. The room was freezing; air-con does that. He shivered. Part cold. Part fear. He had been such a damn idiot. He had a great thing going. Now, it was … Continue reading Beach bum

Home late

“C’mon dad, is this really necessary?” Matthew’s query only got a grunt from dad as he continued to unbuckle and remove his brown leather belt. “I’m way too old for this dad.” “What do you expect? You come home drunk in the middle of the night waking the whole neighbourhood.” “I didn’t wake the neighbours.” … Continue reading Home late

The Young Conservative

Colonel Wolstenholme’s three chins rested on his chest. He had dined rather too well and the hall was hot. Speaker after speaker droned on and on. He had to keep awake. It was his duty; he was a judge in the Brocklehurst Young Conservatives’ public-speaking competition. The final entrant was on the platform. Tom Wheeler … Continue reading The Young Conservative

Thieving cousins

Seth Miller and his cousin Zach stood facing the kitchen wall. Hands on heads, jeans and underwear at their feet; their asses glowing. Zach blinked back tears determined not to cry in front of his cousin. Ernest Miller sat at the table sipping coffee, admiring his handiwork. The dark red marks had already started to … Continue reading Thieving cousins

The rookie deputy sheriff

Sheriff Connelly stared down his long nose at the snivelling rookie deputy quaking before him. “What a fool. A complete idiot. A waste of space,” he thought. His grey eyes blazed, “What kind of people is the City employing these days?” Connelly held his temper. Deputy Bahr squirmed. Sweat soaked his forehead and his head … Continue reading The rookie deputy sheriff

Harry discovers he’s not too old …

The doorbell rang. Babs was flustered, she looked at the clock in the hallway. “Damn,” she said aloud although nobody was there to hear her, “She’s on time.” Babs wasn’t ready. Something had cropped up. Something unexpected. This really wasn’t a good time to have a neighbour call. She hurried down the hall and quietly … Continue reading Harry discovers he’s not too old …

Restrictions

Wilf Hepplewhite took his latchkey and opened the door of his house. He stood in the hallway for a moment. His ears pricked. There was a faint, but unmistakable sound coming from the lounge. Someone was in the room. Carefully, so that he could not be heard, he closed the door. He put down his … Continue reading Restrictions

After corner time

Right lad, get your nose right in that corner and don’t you dare move. Leave your jeans and pants down. I haven’t finished with you yet. Not by a long chalk. That belting was just the start. How dare you disobey me and stay out to all hours. Spending your allowance on drugs. My money. … Continue reading After corner time