Cherrypicked stories

Probably will be something longer, but whether it'll end up on here who knows... image is royalty free from pxhere.com

It's been a while since I've written Chadpocalypse, but with Downpour off to the editor, I've decided to dive back in. Here's the first part of...

The title (but not the plot) taken from the eponymous film with Rock Hudson and Doris Day.

A story about a man coming to terms with the truth, as he continues to try and find a way to preserve the life of his loved one more than two hundred failed attempts. All while the as the clock ticks down to a dinner and ceremory that will be his last chance for a final farewell.

She looked old. Not the type of old one earns at the end of a long and fruitful life, but old like rusted metal, blighted by rot. Her wasted arms,...

[This short poem was written, at request, for the Thanksgiving Service for a dear very elderly man who had had a working life as a skilful and dedicated mining engineer, though when asked of his occupation he would simply say ‘A miner’. I remembered Ewan’s writing on a colliery disaster in the 19th century, and thought it good to remember those who worked hard to improve and keep safety in industry.] Deep shafts, black gold, dark collier shifts …

Uncomplicated Jarrow doodle.

Götterdämmerung - 79 His breath has rapidly slowed. Two weeks ago I first visited. He has lain here pretty much ever since. Or sat in the chair next...

This is an apocryphal tale narrated in the voice of a small boy. The boy being my late father in law and his recollection of a day trip to the seaside that ultimately went wrong. I have embellished much, but the essence of the recollection remains true, as was the final destination of the ill-fated trip.