Category Archives: John Wilkins

PUT YOURSELF IN MY SHOES By John Wilkin

Posted on July 24, 2017 by highamwriters

David and I were going through her stuff. It was a month after my mother’s funeral and he had called me up to organise it -clearing her house . I had been dreading it . “Sue are you ready to … Continue reading →

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A CERTAIN PURPLE HUE By John Wilkins

Posted on July 5, 2017 by highamwriters

They were a lovely couple, Simon and Teresa. They lived in a house in the middle of Cornwallis circle. Simon had retired early from a high pressured job in the civil service, and Teresa, well there was a mystery. She … Continue reading →

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49 shades of …….. by John Wilkins

Posted on December 27, 2013 by highamwriters

It was a surprise when Suzie, the most beautiful sight on the factory floor, the pearl amongst the swine in the machine shop, invited me for drinks when the factory’s last day arrived. I wasn’t expecting any thanks –a thousand … Continue reading →

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A touch of the flu by John Wilkins

Posted on December 27, 2013 by highamwriters

I went out of the front door, or rather I was pushed out. My mother wasn’t having any of it. “You have got nothing more than just a touch of the flu” she said A Monday in bed watching football … Continue reading →

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Making Tracks by John Wilkins

Posted on July 1, 2013 by highamwriters

The snow fell during the night after I had watched it being predicted on the seven o’clock news. I didn’t worry much but I was concerned that it could isolate the road and make surfaces hard to walk on.

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