Archive for October, 2014

Happy Halloween


Carolyn Brady sucked in her cheeks and let out a long slow breath. The building wasn’t exactly what she had expected but it was kind of appropriate. Her smart sunburn orange skirt suit and pillbox hat matched the auburn red of her hair, but definitely made her look out of place next to the crumby […]

Weekly Round-up


I am not here and I have not been here for some time. I left a robot in charge of the shop and frankly I am worried. As you probably know robot is Czech for slave so in this case my robot is pretty and sometimes messes up. So you know what will happen to […]

Vintage Sunday


Someone dropped me a quick line to say they hated cornertime almost as much as getting a spanking, but that both were so good for her. Previously someone had written that they did not know what was worse cornertime when you were the centre of attention of standing int the corner and being completely ignored. […]

Part I Sofia strained to see down the dark dank tunnels. There was something there, something coming for her. All around there were naked women all smiling foolishly thinking they were saved and none of them would listen as she tried to tell them. Tried and failed, it was all she could do but point […]

The car made a slow turn at the bend and began to climb the hill. It was steep enough and the car laboured for a moment before the engine caught. In the rear-view mirror Abraham Heights looked quite pretty nestled on the side of the opposite slope. All white and red brick houses peeking above […]

Weekly Round-Up


I sometimes wonder what the reader of this blog imagines about how and where it is written. I have spoken about my attic and my castle high on a hill in London, perhaps I have even mentioned the open fire and antique desk, it is hard now to recall. Today the open fire isn’t lit […]

Vintage Sunday


Part I Ivan sat at a crouch under the lowest branches in a stand of birch trees overlooking the valley. It was close as he dared get to the ruined castle before he made his move. But what move? So far he had counted perhaps 200 Cossacks and the only way in to the castle […]