Imitating Life (One-off Stories)
One-off stories, written mainly in response to Inspiration Points
It’s not that I’ve never known love. I’ve had my share. But when it comes to writing about love, I can’t. I just can’t.
Imagine the time before recorded sound. Before wax cylinders and piano rolls and music boxes. When all you had was the singer. Back when Elvis came to town.
Originally intended for the 'Result' IP but life intervened and I didn't get it done in time.
Fire was a dominant theme in my childhood. It was for most kids in the fifties and sixties. It was one of our earliest lessons on the contrariness of life.
‘Can’t I have one? Just one little one? I’ve been so good all year…’ ‘No you bloody can’t, and put that Scythe down or I swear to Me I’ll confiscate it for good.'