Monthly Archives: July 2013

Come on now by David Soud

I’m a regular kind of fellow who gives life all he’s got I used to jog a little and now it’s quite a lot For there’s a man behind me and every time I slow He’s yelling in my ear … Continue reading

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ON FRIDAY IT RAINED by Ray Abinett

‘Can you go and water the garden for me?’ said Tracey to her flat mate Tom, sounding somewhat tired and exasperated. Tom looked up from reading his paper and gave her a dismissive stare. He then continued reading his paper. … Continue reading

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THE HEADACHE by Ray Abinett

I don’t usually get headaches. That’s not to say that I don’t suffer what I consider other more problematical complaints. My doctor say’s I must be the type of person that is talked about in his monthly health magazine. I … Continue reading

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IN MY DAY by Ray Abinett

In my day you could play in the street without any worries about the traffic as there wasn’t much of it. I suppose there weren’t more than two or three cars parked in a road of 150 houses at any … Continue reading

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FAMILY CONNECTIONS by Ray Abinett

The first time I saw the group of black ivory Indian elephants sitting in the antique shop it immediately made me recall the ones my Grandmother had sitting in her ornament stand in her front room.

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TIPTOE THROUGH THE TOURISTS By Thomas Parr.

I am happy when standing on the corner watching all the tourists go by. They do so enjoy themselves. There is the family, out to see the sights. Mother pushes the large pram and tries to keep two toddlers under … Continue reading

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THE INTERVIEW by Marion Twyman

Three smartly dressed men sat on upright chairs in the corridor. Suddenly the door beside them opened and a very attractive young woman came out. ‘Mr Cooper, Mr Belmont, Mr Gordon’ she said, with a dazzling smile. ‘I’m so sorry … Continue reading

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