Cherrypicked stories

Title is the that of an old BeBop Deluxe song. You could do worse than look them up. Bill Nelson is a Yorkshireman. Events in this poem are invented, as all the best ones are. Image free for non-c use source pexels.com

Dear diary... after reading Marinda's poem – Night Whispers, I felt inspired to capture a memory of my younger days... which I always enjoy writing...

… a twinkle with kindness and joy replete.…and left me with something I can’t explain …

When I drew up in the van outside Molly’s house, we rushed the close door, which was jammed open, and galloped upstairs using our elbows to gain...

“Will you marry me?” So many thoughts are going through my head, so many feelings: the joy, the fear, the almost-surprise; but the one that looms...

Another bloody concrete poem... I find them hard to read... Geddit? Image by me from Canva .com

I am the moonlight on the land – the smack of glitter on the lake the beam for nightly shapes that whisper in the wind. Soon I will be a slice of...

‘Someone has taken offence’. The message flashed up on my screen when I tried to log into my writing site. There was no detail. No indication of the...

Just a short story, an early draft. Always appreciate thoughts.