• Dreams,  Friendship

    Unfinished Dreams

    Robert was a great man. He was a man of his word, not a man of empty promises. A role model who I looked up to so often. I never doubted he could achieve his visions, everything that he strived to accomplish. On our Sunday walks down the canal, he would tell me of his ideas for gardens. He would talk and talk and talk. His words were so full of passion that they transformed into a picture ever so quickly. I imagined his landscape designs as he spoke. We never allowed women to come between our friendship. We made sure of that after my ex-wife nearly tore us apart.…

  • Friendship

    A Man’s Best Friend

    Boxer has always been faithful to me. He’s been there for me through my messy divorces, redundancies, and through my cancer. Boxer sits on my shoulder because he’s weak. His leg broke. People stare as I stroll down Portobello Market scanning the colourful fruits and vegetables, deciding what to cook for dinner. We’re used to it now, Boxer and I. We quite enjoy watching people point and grin, amused, in awe. We seem to make them happy. I suppose not everyone roams around with their pet perched on their shoulder. We like to surround ourselves with joy. Back in our tiny, damp flat, there’s not much of it around. We’ve…

  • Romance

    Blind Judgment

    I’m here, bang on time. He’s late. I’m keeping my composure, though. I’ve ordered myself a skinny flat white, found the cleanest seat I could, and have decided that this has worked out well for me. Yes. I haven’t had some me time in a while. I deserve it. I run a successful company. I don’t have time for childish games. If a man asks me to go out for a coffee with him, and I say, “fine”, I expect him to meet me on time. He doesn’t deserve me. A young waiter with a peculiarly shaped nose, too many freckles, and blushed cheeks strides over to me. “What do…