Monthly Archives: July 2015

A Face Like a Wet Weekend

Posted on July 30, 2015 by Sheila N

Some flash fiction for you … “It’s me birthday!” the woman beamed. Grey ringlets ran down her forehead like rain, and into her eyes, which sparkled behind wet spectacles. “Lovely day for it,” said the woman who crouched next to … Continue reading →

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How to be a Foreigner

Posted on July 23, 2015 by Sheila N

Brigadier: “Well, naturally enough the only country that could be trusted with such a role was Great Britain.” The Doctor: “Well, naturally. I mean, the rest were all foreigners.” Fancy being the square peg amongst the round ‘uns? Someone who, … Continue reading →

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You Never Forget Your First Bully

Posted on July 18, 2015 by Sheila N

Her name was Suzie Q*, and she was button cute: big dark eyes, the kind of hair which would be called “glossy” if she were a Labrador. Dimples. Life can be good when you’re button cute. By the time you … Continue reading →

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Long Bleedin’ Night of the Chuffing Soul

Posted on July 17, 2015 by Sheila N

“Have you ever heard of the hour of the wolf?” – “Babylon 5” Warnings for: bad language; self-pity; sci fi refs; perverse optimism. This morning, the “hour of the wolf” was between half four, and five am. I’m a morning … Continue reading →

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“Peace like a River”

Posted on July 15, 2015 by Sheila N

“Faith is not for dealing with God’s grandeur – the sunset, the candle flame, the child’s face … Faith is rather for the hours of God’s absence, when we are most alone, betrayed, in pain, afraid.”- Thomas Lynch, “Booking Passage: … Continue reading →

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