Kate OakleyOpening his eyes he sees that the sun is already shining through the curtains.
Turning his head he sees it is 6:00 a.m..
Category: Prose
One Lazy Sunday Afternoon
One lazy Sunday afternoon is when they first met and when it all began.
Meg had awoken Sunday morning full of excitement and anticipation at the thought of the Sunday ahead of her being spent down by the river in her favourite pub, with her favourite friends and drinking Chablis, her favourite drink.
Winter’s Visitor
As winter approaches, a man returns to his garden to prepare it for its "Winter's Sleep", but is everything as it seems? Read the rest » “Winter’s Visitor”
Golden Hour
Like a sepia picture the Riverside sits motionless, bathed in a golden brown light , majestic but as though holding its breath
Yesterday here an early autumnal scene.
Thank you Ma’am
A more fitting final chapter could not have been written.
Through the calm of the Highlands, bathed in uncharacteristic sunshine and warmth, through London filled with noise, pomp and tradition, she arrives finally in Windsor, the same historic destination as that of her family gone before. Read the rest » “Thank you Ma’am”
A Cry For Help
Four Cadbury’s Creme Eggs, a potato peeler, a Peppa Pig hair band and a bottle of strawberry milkshake.
The Hill
With a final push of strength Sissy finally reaches the top of the hill and, lacking the strength to admire the view, sits down.
One way ticket
He had been sure that he had one sachet of sugar left somewhere in his tattered rucksack.
Summer Clarity
The change in the season could be felt in the breeze blowing through the window.
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Reincarnation
Slowly my eyes open and I appear to be staring at the ceiling in a very, very white, bright room.
The Empty Carriage
The train was expected to arrive at 10:32. I found out that there had been major delays all morning so the platform was fairly empty.
Think Before You Eat!
Self-discipline when it comes to chocolate has never been a strength of mine.
My mum has always said that chocolate would be my undoing.
It’s all going on at number 10
Waking up from another nap I stretch lazily, open my eyes and yawn.
Below I can hear footsteps and voices, which confirms that the day has begun.
Incarceration
When freedom is taken a prison appears.
The Many become One.
A faceless lifeless regimented existence.
A New Chapter
I step outside dazed, confused for a moment, close my eyes against the suns ever warming rays.