Cherrypicked stories

Alice Forster loved teacups. She had teacups of all kinds in her collection. Ceramic. Porcelain. Glass. Steel. Bone china. Plastic. Wood. And with...

In a minor city in an unnamed country, Alexander arrives home from school and receives news that will change his life. Parts 1-2 of 22.

Part 1 Springtime in the Golden Country It was a mild April day in Western NY. The windows were rolled near half way down in the family Oldsmobile...

There really isn't any point in starting here. You really need to start at the beginning, which you COULD find via a link at the end of this one. Yes, you could begin at the end... image is PD from OpenClipArt.com ... But I drew on it.

How it is. Image by storyset on freepik

We’ll never know why Dad went out to the vegetable garden. Maybe to see how the cabbages were doing, or to plan the next crop. Maybe just to think. He used to say that being out among living things just quietly growing was a good exercise in contemplation.

White van man Ripping up the tarmac With cat guts in the tyre treads And tiny scattered wings Clinging to the wind shield Drill drilling in his ear...

I've read Waiting for Godot about half-a-dozen times and seen it twice on stage many years ago. I can never make up my mind if Godot is God or death, or if Estragon and Vladimir are in Hell or Purgatory or in a care home near Clacton-on-Sea. Anyway, this isn't really about Didi and Gogo. [Image from PXhere.com]

In the 90s I used to go clubbing ....a lot. So much so some dates times events all blur into one and it's really difficult to remember who what where...