

THE FIGURE
The Figure by Mike Crow I am delighted to post a short tale from the very talented Mike Crow. I give you - The Figure.
A swirling flurry of rooks coming noisily to roost. A burning fireball sliding toward the distant horizon. Gravestones painted red in the sunset. A church tower square and squat against a darkening sky. A welcome chill in a stirring evening breeze.
He felt the cold from the marble seep through his clothes where he sat on a tomb, old with moss and years of d


LONDON CALLING
London Calling by Rick Haynes A walk back in time this week. Enjoy my memories. LONDON CALLING London was my home for nearly 23 years and during that time, boy oh boy, did I have fun. But, I digress. Growing up was optional, playing in the street mandatory. We’d play – Knock Down Ginger. By tying a piece of string to one door knocker, and the other end to next door’s knocker, all we had to do was – 1 Pull the string. 2. Hide and wait. 3. Laugh out loud when the two ladies loo


INTO THE LIONS PARK by Rick Haynes
INTO THE LIONS PARK by RICK HAYNES “Look at that one honey, he’s so big.”
“Yeah sweetie, they’re bigger than the lions in Florida.”
“Their claws are just so long, Forrest, it makes me feel right uncomfortable.”
“Now don’t you go worrying sugar pops, we’re very safe inside the car.”
*** “Stupid humans, do they really believe that we’re tame in a safari park, Leo?”
“So true, Sheba. I can see the sun shining on your talons and the gleam in your beautiful eyes. The meat will


THE SUN SONG
THE SUN SONG by Rick Haynes The Sun has got his hat on, yubba dubba do. The Sun has got his hat on and he’s coming out for you. If only. Rainwater is hammering down on the glass roof over the lounge, the birds have vanished, my car won’t start and we are going shopping in my wife’s vehicle. And to top that, the village lane is full of debris. The grapevine is in full swing and we already know two idiots were racing but are now wishing they hadn't. With the breakdown lorries o


THE UNWANTED by Rick Haynes
The Unwanted by Rick Haynes The door opened and, like a man with a huge weight on his shoulders, he slowly walked into the bedroom and across the plush carpet towards her sumptuous bed. He knew the girl’s sleep could never be disturbed no matter what he did. Nevertheless, he gently took her exposed left hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed every finger. With his mind in turmoil and his eyes full of unshed tears, the man tried to speak coherently. “I will never ... rest ...