Continue reading “7: Impulsive”Sitting beside her as we trundle down the road, taking a more sedate route back to my gran’s house, I feel so comfortable with this woman: it’s as if I’ve known her all my life.
Chapter 7 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.
Category: Fiction
6: Guardian angel
Continue reading “6: Guardian angel”‘Come,’ says my gran, locking her car behind her. Leading me past the main entrance, she holds the door open for me. ‘Don’t be shy,’ she says, waving me through.
Chapter 6 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.
5: Good Friday
Continue reading “5: Good Friday”It’s up to me to lead fajr prayer these days. Dad… dad’s still locked in his room, refusing to come down.
Chapter 5 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.
4: The phone call
Continue reading “4: The phone call”‘Man, what’s wrong with you?’ cries Mo, thumping me so hard on my left bicep that I flinch away from him, retreating. ‘You look so damn depressed.’
Chapter 4 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.
3: Amongst the books
Continue reading “3: Amongst the books”‘Salams Ibrahim,’ says Ayşegül, coming to a standstill half a metre in front of me. ‘I knew you’d be in the library, somehow.’
Chapter 3 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.
2: The search
Continue reading “2: The search”‘What’s up bro?’ This is how my best mate, Mo, addresses me nearly every lunchtime these days.
Chapter 2 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.
1: Revelations
‘So does anyone actually know what’s wrong with dad?’
Chapter 1 of my winter writing project, Seeking the one.
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Continue reading “1: Revelations”A winter’s writing
A thought occurred to me this evening, driving home, lost in thought: perhaps I should share the draft novel which spilled out of me this winter. Maybe I need to free it, even if it is an incomplete early draft, untouched since February.
Continue reading “A winter’s writing”3 It’s Gentle on Silk Too
Professor Ivan walked into the board room escorted by two John Major clones. All the major government figures were there. Professor Ivan enquired as to the reason for his being brought there. A voice boomed out from speakers at the end of the long, polished table: ‘You have a Government funded Time Travelling experiment. We will withdraw all funding from this exercise unless you come to us with a useful application for it within the next now!’
2 Woke Up This Morning With Blue Suede Shoes
After the incident with the random time switch on the time machine, Secretary Blondy pledged a complaint with the ‘Secretaries Working in Time Variable Situations Complaints Commission’ in the hope that she would receive compensation and a free holiday to Barbados. As it turned out, seven strong men arrived at her office two weeks later to remove the double-glazing from her windows.
Continue reading “2 Woke Up This Morning With Blue Suede Shoes”
1 The Puffin comes Home
It was the time of year when baked beans would be 33p in the shops, and the sunlight shone brightly on the gloss white bristles of Professor Ivan’s toothbrush. ‘My what a wonderful day it is, but I can tell it’s going to be another one of those days where the sunlight shines brightly on the gloss white bristles of my toothbrush, nobody will have a hairpin and for some reason I will shout Puffin as if struck by some sudden inspiration to make sea-bird pate,’ he exclaimed.
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