Stories I’ve written about my growing up experiences
Sylvester Cunningham carefully selected a supermarket trolley from the stack. Everything Sylvester did was contemplated and executed with methodical exactness. He was still smarting over the greeting he’d received as he approached automatic doors which led into the supermarket. Dennis Jones had spotted him heading toward the entrance and shouted a greeting. “Hi Silver!” He hated that name. He winced as he recalled traumas experienced … Continue reading Sylvester
Dancing leaves all greet the sun Now the day has just begun. Pigeon coos to lend support, Finished with the insect caught. Flowers reaching to the sky Bending with their dew supply Add to chorus morning came Flaunting colours without shame. Clouds are peeping from on high On their perches in the sky, Daring winds to send them on To many places … Continue reading Another Day on the Land
John lay comfortably in the grass watching clouds dance and swirl around a clear blue expanse. No matter which way he turned it seemed a strong breeze caressing his face was playing its game with those clouds. He wondered what it would be like to fly up and join them in their dance. The birds calling happily while they rode the breeze above him obviously … Continue reading A Day at the Farm
Mandy walked barefoot down the cinder track leading to Aunt Muriel’s farm cottage. The sharpness of that path hurt her feet, but she determined to be just like the other kids who removed their shoes as soon as they left school running as fast as they could to homes scattered around this rural village. Mandy hated the country. She was city bred and used … Continue reading Mandy’s Christmas Present
Sentosa Andy alighted from the cable car and began his familiar progress toward Siloso Beach. Looming in front of him was the back of the gigantic Merlion, symbol of Singapore. It occurred to him he’d never taken a photo of that imposing structure before and wondered where the best vantage point would be to get full effect. He was in regular contact with cousins in … Continue reading Oriental Jewel – Chapter 2
Andy Andy sat looking out the upper floor bedroom window at Holland Park. He attended an international school in Singapore. Both parents worked, his Mom as a teacher at the international school and his Dad for a multinational banking corporation. They’d been in Singapore almost ten years and to Andy Singapore was the norm. He did retain vivid memories of childhood and early school in … Continue reading Oriental Jewel – Chapter 1
Bruce pursed his lips and stamped his feet.” You don’t know how to play house and shouldn’t hit me so I’m going home to play by myself!” Ana was holding on to her arm and inspecting it carefully. She looked cross. “It wasn’t nice of you to hit me so hard. I don’t like playing rough because I’m a girl. I hit you because you … Continue reading Like Father, Like Son
Steve sat on a rock looking out over his domain. This was the same rock he’d rested on when the real estate agent had finished walking him over the three hills gracing this property five years earlier. He smiled as he let his imagination take over. The property had been lush green. He’d hardly contained his excitement on that initial visit looking out over herds … Continue reading Steve
Robyn looked out the window of their bedroom to check on her two children playing in the front yard. It was a school holiday. She sighed as she remembered her childhood. No need for fences or locked gates in that era. She didn’t like those kind of restrictions. No need for them in her day when children could roam at will without fear of abduction … Continue reading A Home for Tilly
Chapter 2 – Living with the Truth It was at the supposed age of twelve Brenda’s grandfather died. He’d been her rock through growing years and Brenda was heartbroken. Very soon after that her grandmother followed her husband to his grave carefully maintained and not far removed from their home. Her uncle and aunts doted on the child. The tribe had long since … Continue reading Brenda Chapter 2
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