Category Archives: Thomas Parr

SUPERMARKET DAYS By Thomas Parr

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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 HOUSE AT WELL END by Tom Parr

A thick Persian carpet covered the bloodstains, and a weighty oak desk pinned the carpet in place. Susie knew nothing of this as she sat down in the sunlit room and prepared her laptop; ready to take dictation from the … Continue reading

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THE BOX IN THE DARK by Tom Parr

Have you ever started the day all bright and chirpy, and then been told something that really knocks you for six? It happened to me, on what started off as a routine Thursday morning. I was happy. My one-man-and-a-boy painting … Continue reading

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GREEN EYES AND YELLOW EARRINGS. by Tom Parr

Maggie came in from the garden with an armful of flowers and a carefree smile on her lips. father then ruined her day. “Mrs. Sinclair phoned, and wants you to baby sit tonight. They’ve got to go to an important … Continue reading

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CHAPTER SEVEN OF SPLINTERS FROM A PERSONAL LOG

TWELVE OF THE BEST Within two years of joining the navy, I had the chance to serve on a ship based in the Far East at Singapore. “That’s for me,” I chortled. “The Far East and its mysteries.” I lost … Continue reading

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Chapter six. Splinters from a personal log – THE CONCRETE CORVET

On the 15th of May, 1950, I strode down Chatham high street to meet my destiny. Taking a deep breath, I entered the Royal Navy recruiting office. “How soon can I join?” I asked the officer sitting at a desk … Continue reading

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