Wizened Henry Mallick had come to realize the trouble with retirement was you never got a day off. Since finishing up his job as a career locomotive train driver the day he turned sixty-five, he’d taken up position in the comfortable, well-worn and floral-upholstered recliner, and joined the land of the dinosaurs that shuffled the Earth. Where once he’d been surrounded by all the paraphernalia and status of a busy working family man, now there were only scrapbook memories, lack of a daily schedule and reminders of the much barer landscape he’d inherited. “Hello pension – Goodbye tension” read the peeling-at-the-edges bumper sticker on the back of Henry’s car. Life had slowed to a more sedate pace and ‘quality time’ was the bright-sided, catchphrase-sounding order of the day. Though he was, according to his two adult daughters – both of whom were too busy to visit – a bona-fide ‘gentleman…
Hey, I’m not going to wish you Happy Somebody’s Day, Because my wishing is as much a trifle As your definition by genitalia; Because…
There was once an old man The very last of his clan. He had a great deal of wealth But alas very poor health.…
Look at the man. He is bony and ragged and his cheeks are hollow and blackened by a pepperish thin stubble because he hasn’t…
The roads kept on winding in mysterious ways ahead of us. We have been on the road for two days. The idea to go…
Upstairs he settles debt. Bankruptcy. The titles of books outweighing the landowner. William Dufferage knows what it’s like not to be at home. His…
Christopher Fielden, who is based in Bristol in the United Kingdom, is a prolific writer and blogger and a drummer to boot. He organizes…
Gimli was mad. Raving foaming frothing mad. He had always been this way. As far back as he could remember. The small enclosed space…
I still don’t know many things, but what I know is what I want and I know what I need, so I can recognize…
The jeweler was in her late forties, with hair that had been dyed blonde and was shortened in a cropped, modern hairstyle that looked…
