• Story Snapper

    The Bite

    There stood a red-bricked house, semi-detached, with a golden sheen licking its exterior. Common but beautiful. I daren’t peel my floral netted curtains any further. Someone might have noticed me, thought something of me. They always had. I wondered though…who lived there? Were they happy? Rich? Poor? Lonely? I tore myself away from my single-glazed windows, where through the netting, frost clawed at the glass and sat down. Only for a moment. My back creaked as I rose from the damp sofa. Bending down took several minutes, but eventually, I got low enough to turn the gas fire on. Click. Click. Pow. Crackle. Ah, warmth. I rubbed my hands together,…

  • Friendship,  Romance

    Love Lock

    We ate cheap bread. We moaned about lecturers. We said we’d jog at the start of each term. We didn’t. We drank too much. We worked through the night. We slept through the day. We ran on medicine. We travelled home with bags of dirty washing. We kissed. We argued. We made up. We fell in love. We said it would be forever. We didn’t do well at the end of our second year. We fell out. We spent time apart. We made up. We flirted. We danced. We cycled. We raced. We got warning letters from missed lectures. We argued. We ate noodles. We drank coffee. We were worn…

  • Dreams,  Family

    Cities Apart

    My granddaughter, Gemma, turned twenty-three last week. She’s the new art director at an advertising firm. I think that’s right. She was twenty-one when she graduated with a First. A First. I only just scraped my English O-Level. Her parents would have been so proud of her. Mary, my wife, would have as well. It’s just Gemma and me now. It has been for a while. And then the idea of London came up, and she couldn’t resist moving there. The place that has it all. That’s what she told me. She didn’t want to leave me in Bath on my own. But how could I let her turn down…