Category Archives: Prose

Shattered illusions

Posted on 26/02/2012 by

It has been the weekend of the annual re-union. It all started on Thursday night with a meal and general gigglyness, and a sleepover at my house, which led onto more general gigglyness and the visiting of old Oxford haunts, … Continue reading →

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River of Stones XXI & XXII Weekend

Posted on 22/01/2012 by

SATURDAY Choosing glasses is so very difficult. Cycloman has had the current pair for several years and as I see him everyday wearing them, anything different looks alien. In the third shop I feel fit to drop. He is after … Continue reading →

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River of Stones XX

Posted on 20/01/2012 by

Today at the end of a visit the husband came out to the car to speak out of his wife’s hearing. Reassurance, information, advice, and understanding was what I tried to offer, what I felt he may feel in need … Continue reading →

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River of Stones XIX and other ramblings

Posted on 19/01/2012 by

Tonight’s early evening sky had a wash of palest blue, with a flush in places of rose pink, all overlaid with smudges of windswept charcoal.  I watched it change, and as we travelled the blue deepened until it was truly … Continue reading →

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River of Stones XV

Posted on 15/01/2012 by

A walk this afternoon: briskly striding around the village with Cycloman. I want to be with him. On Monday I had news of a friend who died, leaving his wife and family and the sadness of it all is with … Continue reading →

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River of Stones XIV (from yesterday)

Posted on 15/01/2012 by

A grid of frost patterns the lawn, white against glistening wet-green, where the sun comes through the trellis on next door’s wall. On the yew hedge the melting and frosting is dictated by the shapes of shadows and in the … Continue reading →

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River of Stones XIII

Posted on 13/01/2012 by

INSIDE In the hearth I have a terracotta pot, resting on a gold-coloured plate. The pure white flowers stand tall inside their green sheath of strappy leaves which have pushed themselves up strongly, through the gritted surface of the compost … Continue reading →

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River of Stones IIIV

Posted on 08/01/2012 by

Even in the time it takes me to collect the camera from my handbag downstairs the light over the sky has changed. The light grey wispy clouds have darkened, the pink has become more flamingo – and there in the … Continue reading →

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Winter, River of Stones III

Posted on 03/01/2012 by

For a brief interlude the afternoon sunlight illuminates the weeping willow branches, behind the copper beech, bathing them in a wash of rich honey. All too soon the light changes and dusk descends so that it is nearly dark at … Continue reading →

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Short story : Windows

Posted on 22/12/2011 by

The following story was submitted for this competition. Theme Ghosts, up to 2000 to incorporate a Christmas song title…. You have until 28th December, if you want to join in! Windows It took a few moments for her to realise … Continue reading →

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