Friday Fictioneers – Last Day of Term

ff261114What do you remember?

I remember it was hot that afternoon, real hot. I had my European History exam the following day. I just needed to study.

Did you see him – did he look suspicious?

Maybe I did see Mr Fisher, I don’t know. Even if I did, why would it mean anything? I didn’t know he’d been fired; I hadn’t heard the rumours

So that’s your story, you saw nothing?

First I saw was Principal Cortez lying face down on the grass – Mr Fisher kneeling at his side, weeping. That’s when I saw the bloodied knife. That bit I’ll never forget.
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Friday Fictioneers – Old Habits Die Hard

ff191114The bedside clock glowed ’06:25′; downstairs, the chain on the front door rattled.

‘Is it him again?’ said Kathy.

I rolled out of bed and peered through a small gap in the curtains.

‘It is – could you please ring them, dear?’

On the front doorstep a confused, hollow-cheeked, old man stood staring in silence at his rusted Yale key.

‘Come in,’ I said.

As we sat waiting, he demanded to know who I was, while informing me, in his usual matter-of-fact fashion, that I was squatting illegally in Middleham’s Motors.

I smiled and stroked my father’s hand as bright, white headlights flooded the courtyard.

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Nicola Sturgeon: on a personal mission

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When Nicola Sturgeon walked out onto the SNP Conference stage, I cried.  When she paid tribute to Kay Ulrich, whose was the first SNP parliamentary contest she ever campaigned in I cried.  When she paid warm and fulsome tribute to Alex Salmond, I cried.  When he nearly cried at the sustained applause from delegates, I cried.  When Nicola finished her speech just barely holding back her emotion, I cried.  A lot of tears – happy tears – were shed watching Nicola Sturgeon give her first speech to conference as the SNP’s leader.

That in itself is an achievement worth noting and celebrating. Nicola Sturgeon is the first woman to be party leader in its 80 year history.  On Wednesday, she will become Scotland’s first female First Minister and only the second woman anywhere on these islands to hold the highest office.  She will be the only woman elected currently to…

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Friday Fictioneers – One Night in Bangkok

hollywood-crowdThe waking sun crept its way across the crumpled bedclothes. On the floor, my suit lay in a guilty heap. Fleeting personal remorse was easily brushed aside – I’d known what I was doing; I knew what I would find – it didn’t stop me.

From the bathroom I could hear her singing: the broken English, the broken voice, the playful pretence of innocence.

‘Morning, lover’ she said, on returning to the bedroom. ‘I see you at bar tonight?’

She looked painfully beautiful. I nodded and smiled.

As she left, she turned and blew a kiss across the room.

On the table, my pager began to buzz.

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