The student’s big fat fail

Stacey clutched the essay in his hand despondently. An “F”. He had an “F”. A big fat fail. He looked forlornly at the professor seated at his desk in front of him. An “F”. Joseph Stacey had nobody to blame but himself. He had written the essay in haste. He hadn’t been near the library, … Continue reading The student’s big fat fail

The milk bottle thief

James Danvers left his home at six-thirty on the dot every morning. His house was unexceptional in every way, just one more suburban box in a street composed of identical suburban boxes. His journey to the newsagent took about five minutes.  He bought a copy of the Daily Express and then he walked home again. … Continue reading The milk bottle thief

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

Duncan and Uncle Henry

Duncan wheeled his bicycle up the pathway of No. 17 The Avenue. He let himself in and parked the bike in the hallway. “Duncan!” It was his Uncle Henry and he sounded angry. Duncan had expected this. He was twenty-two years old and in his final year at university. Things were not going well. His … Continue reading Duncan and Uncle Henry

Commander Reynolds’ boarding house

Commander Albert Reynolds, RN (retd.) turned the volume of his wireless down low and sat back in his comfortable chair. The boys had given him a strange proposition but he was not sure he should have turned them down. He pressed his fingers together, pursed his lips and closed his eyes, allowing the sound of … Continue reading Commander Reynolds’ boarding house

The exam results

A theatre play Setting. A suburban living room. It is the present. It is nearly Christmas so there could be a tree or decorations to show this. What furniture there is can be at the discretion of the theatre depending on what is available, but it must that it is the modern day the furniture … Continue reading The exam results

You, called home

You sit glumly, as the green fields become first factories, then houses, then offices and shops. The train rattles into the station. Nearly home. Only a short bus ride before you meet up with father. The carriage is nearly empty of passengers, Saturday is not a busy day on the railway at Brocklehurst. You try … Continue reading You, called home