10 Thursday Nov 2011
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Sandy buttoned his old jacket and pulled the collar up. Taking his cap
from the peg he turned to his son Fraser, sitting at the kitchen table, shoulders hunched over a mug of tea.
“Ah’ll away to the fields then.”
Fraser didn’t acknowledge his father’s words. He sat there, unmoving, staring into the steaming brown liquid.
“Will ye no be joinin’ me the day? It’d dae ye good, getting oot in the fresh air fur a while. Ah could dae wi’ the help, son.” Continue reading »
26 Thursday May 2011
Posted in Friday Flash
I read my book until you come to bed, unsmiling and unwilling to look me in the eye. You pull your t-shirt over your head and throw it at the basket, missing. It lies there, crumpled and sullen, daring me to say something. I pretend to be engrossed in my book but secretly watch as you step out of your jeans and leave them by the side of the bed. I breathe deeply and quietly Continue reading »
24 Thursday Mar 2011
Posted in Friday Flash
I originally posted this as a #fridayflash last year but thought I’d repost so I could submit to BOFF2. I hope you still enjoy it. Continue reading »
26 Thursday Aug 2010
Posted in Friday Flash
This was inspired by an email sent by someone who got a bit tipsy at the corporate do one Friday in 2009. This is how his email should have read!
From: Graeme Harper (g.harper@oilyfsh.co.uk)
To: All Staff (all.staff@oilyfsh.co.uk)
Subject: Oil Yard Free Standing Holdings Christmas Party
Date: Monday 14.12.09
Janie, my wife, tells me I may have made a few off-colour comments to some of you during the course of our Christmas ‘do’ on Friday evening and I would like to offer my sincere apologies to each and every one of you. Continue reading »
