Drinking in the park

I’m burning up. The room’s spinning. I’m soaking the bedsheets with sweat. It’s some kind of fever. God, I hope it’s not coronavirus. My head’s pounding. I see these visions. Are they hallucinations? What’s going on? No, not hallucinations. They’re memories. Well, one memory really, Playing in my head over and over again. What is … Continue reading Drinking in the park

Sports report

Good afternoon from the Old Mill ground where this thrilling First Division match ended with a 4-3 victory for the Town over title challengers Albion. The star of the show was once again whiz kid Stanley Mitchell, the eighteen-year-old amateur player who has burst onto the scene this season. Mitchell who is still a schoolboy … Continue reading Sports report

Still spanked in short trousers

Fred and Jim were in the Three Fishers bored out of their skulls and not talking about much when Jim suddenly piped up: You still keeping your lad in short trousers? Which one? Fred inquired. The eldest, Gavin. Yeah, he’s left school now, nearly nineteen. So it works then? Oh yeah. He got through his … Continue reading Still spanked in short trousers

Sgt Trueform takes charge

“Freeman. Hardy. Willis. Come here lads. Now. All three of you!” Sgt Trueform barked as he strode through the playground. Three hapless sixth-formers trailed in his wake. The sergeant was a typhoon. He never stopped. He had energy to burn. He may have been discharged from the Army at the end of the war but … Continue reading Sgt Trueform takes charge

John’s jam jar

John Hepplewhite was a modest man, he didn’t ask for much in life and he didn’t get it. He lived on a small pension from the Post Office and what he got from the state. He lived alone in two rented rooms and because he was trying to save money he would spend a lot … Continue reading John’s jam jar

Will life imitate art?

Mr and Mrs Pettit thought they had found the perfect solution to their problem. It was so simple really. What could possibly go wrong? They thanked their lucky stars. Now, they just had to convince their son Ant. The thing was Mr Pettit had been promoted by his company to become a regional director. He … Continue reading Will life imitate art?

The New Coach

“What in the name of glory just happened!!” Eleven young men carried on stripping off their kits. The post-match banter flew around the changing room. “I’m talking to you boys!” Louder. Angrier. Voices quietened. Silence at last. “So answer me? Who wants to tell me what just happened?” The boys shuffled nervously. Embarrassed. “Gillingwater!” The … Continue reading The New Coach