Professional Development Interview:
It was bloody annoying really. Starting to cry. Especially when she was driving to work. On the motorway as well. But there was the comfort of it being an early morning in January so it was dark. No one could see her feeble attempts to stem the tears that trailed down the side of her nose. Bugger. Continue reading
Two Characters – Two Writers – Two Different POVs – Two Stories
Yuletide New Year’s Resolution 2011 gifted to Lightcudder
One Dialogue by Lightcudder and Guina
This Point of View by Guina © December 2010
“I’m sorry, sir,” the voice of the court clerk threaded through the receiver. “It’s because of a technicality. You married on US American soil, given that the whole ceremony was held at your embassy. Full UK family law applies only to betrothals within England and Wales. Your former wife had a very good lawyer, who knew precisely how to present this and whom to. Judge Kelbaugh’s known for his – if I may say so – somewhat parochial views.”
Straker rubbed his eyes, then ran a tired hand across his early morning stubble back to his neck to stretch some of the lassitude out of his thin frame. It had taken hold of him after John’s death and did not seem to let up. Continue reading
Two Characters – Two Writers – Two Different POVs – Two Stories
Yuletide New Year’s Resolution 2011 gifted to Guina
One Dialogue by Guina and Lightcudder
This Point of View by Lightcudder © December 2010
He needed the shower this morning. A long hot deluge of water to try to bring some life back into his body. Continue reading
‘So, which cheese do you use to hide a horse?’ Freeman’ voice was rough and grating but Straker could hear the note of amusement. He stopped paddling and twisted round, taking care not to unsettle the boat.
‘It’s hot. I am getting sunburnt. And all you can think about is telling jokes?’ Continue reading
Skydiver. Come in, Skydiver.’ Keith Ford gave a despairing glance at the monitor before he spoke once more. ‘Captain Waterman; please respond.’ A hiss of static answered him. He didn’t look up, didn’t want to see the faces watching and listening as he struggled to get some answer. Anything but that mocking whisper of white noise. Continue reading
A Round Robin is a letter that is sent out with a Christmas Card, giving details of what has happened over that last year and often the subject of much hilarity, as they tend to be very boastful and full of the wonderful things that the sender has achieved.
This is one such letter… Continue reading
The book was dog-eared and somewhat tatty round the edges, its fine leather cover battered and creased from having been stuffed into small cases. The dark material gave no clues to the secrets that might be contained within its pages. Unlined sheets of creamy paper, the odd one turned over at the corner. Just a book; unremarkable, unexceptional. And unnoticed.
Until now. Continue reading
Garbage. That was all that was left now. We’d picked over the scraps, sent anything of any useable size back to HQ for analysis, cleared the site, written the interim reports. But there had been very little to retrieve. Disintegrating alien craft tend to be fairly destructive and this was not just one exploding UFO. There were several of them. It was a miracle that any buildings had survived, that anything, indeed anyone, had survived. Continue reading
Friday Dec 17th 2010 19.46 hours:
‘I’ve finished.’ Ed Straker put his pen down and looked up at Freeman who had been standing there in the corner for the last few minutes. ‘Yes. Finally.’ Continue reading
July 1980
He enjoyed wandering on the beach in the early morning. No-one else was about, and that meant no one to question him, or make demands. And it was good to get away, to get out and roam free in the welcome silence, with bare feet sliding in the thick soft sand. Continue reading