Wilf confidently went up and down all the trees in the orchard as quick and as often as a fiddler’s elbow in full rendition of Rimskey-Korsakov’s Flight of the Bumblebee. He could be heard constantly egging Kenneth on, incessantly goading him and shouting instructions to ‘follow his lead’ and double daring him to do so. Eight-year old Alma, a sorry sight by any estimation, at best looked like a rag doll and at worst like a bag a muck tied up in the middle. Her matted and recently deloused hair was stuck to her head and clipped back off her face with two grips creating a side parting that looked, for all the world like a dog’s back leg! She had been trying her hardest to pull young Billy, just four, along with her as she firmly grasped his hand in hers. In spite of her best efforts Billy was finding it a job and a half to keep up not least because his backside was hanging out of his oversized third-hand trousers that were held up and together with a piece of scruffy string. Once in the bottom half of the orchard Wilf lifted Kenneth up onto his shoulders to pluck a small apple off a high branch of a very old tree. It was to prove a blessing that Wilf had not known that this was to be the last time he would hold his brother’s hand and lift him up in his strong almost twelve yet going on twenty-one-year old arms. Had he been allowed a glimpse, just a sneak preview, into the future then he would never have let his brother’s hand slip from his own in a million and one years.
When Sam arrived home Catherine was at her parents’ home helping her Sister to finalise the finishing touches to the must-be-perfect wedding day. Sam was glad to have his home to himself and turned on his tiffany lamp as his Bang and Olufsen top-notch system released the most soothing of classical sounds. He climbed his spiral staircase to the mezzanine to change into something casual. Catherine had lined up his clothes for the wedding the next day across the top of the bed in the spare room. He wished she hadn’t selected his clothes for him and felt almost insulted by her presumption he would want to wear a suit over twelve months old. He knew how to look the part for heaven’s sake he’d had enough practice at it. At least she hadn’t chosen his shoes because according to his Grandfather ‘You could tell a lot by looking at a man’s shoes’ and Sam therefore took great pride in his own and preferred to choose them himself. How he wished he didn’t have to go to the bloody wedding. What a sham it would be. The lucky couple, depending on one’s perspective, had been an item for a long time and if something worked why in the world would anyone feel the need to fix it?
He slumped into the brown leather armchair in the corner of the lounge and started to search the net on his mobile for a Valentine’s gift expensive enough to counteract Catherine’s certain disappointment at not having received the ring she had longed for.
A Tale of Two Friends
Grandfather’s favourite flowers were definitely the tiny blue forget-me-not’s which he purposely planted underneath his favourite bush.
He told the children that his favourite bush had magical powers and bloomed in pride of place in a corner of his garden which continually caught the sun.
Even when the evening shadows slowly crept over the rest of the garden, leaving everything else in the shade, the magic bush glistened until the very last ray of sunshine disappeared from view.
Elizabeth Brown disturbs history when she starts to look for something special for her Father's birthday.
A unique store in which the gifts on sale have their own stories to tell leads her into a local workhouse and a stately home. What Elizabeth sees and hears, in replays from the shadows of the past, not only challenges her modern values, but her future too. Doubting if anyone will believe her, Elizabeth tells no one about her uncanny experiences, until she meets Samuel William Jarvis, a successful bachelor.
Transgressions are not always black and white, so be careful to read between the lines... sins like to remain buried.
No More Rainbows
Whyme Misfortune had always enjoyed living in the hamlet of Clear Blue Skies until one day, quite unexpectedly, someone she loved very much died.
Retreating to the village of No More Rainbows with her companions, Sorrow and Suffering, Whyme battles the storms associated with loss and bereavement. Her pain is so great that she vows never to love anything or anyone ever again until one day …
Sunshine And Shadows
Sunshine’s direct light radiates warmth and normally generates feelings of happiness and well-being; fair weather days and sunny spaces. It can also be used to describe a light-hearted disposition or, more affectionately, a person who is seen as a ray of sunshine.
In contrast, Shadows often conjure up thoughts of mysterious images and hidden secrets.
Life’s ‘Sunshine and Shadows', are revealed in seven heart-warming, down-to-earth, short stories.
Can life’s ‘Sunshine and Shadows’ coexist… or is one a blessing and the other a curse?