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Jack of all trades, master of some. That's my own assessment of a life where I've tried many things, done well in a few, failed in a few, but generally kept my head above water in this fast flowing river of life.
Now, I'm in calmer waters, having joined that band of retirees who can choose when to get up in the morning. Most days, anyway.
This website showcases some of my writing and some of my images and is a fluid selection, changed at the occasional whim to provide new works or older, but previously unseen material.
So, more may be added, a few items may disappear and maybe the style will change as it grows organically; for that's the serendipitous way I tend to do things.
I hope you enjoy what you find.
As for my background, click the button below for a brief resumé.
As a consequence, all three lives are threatened before a disastrous finale exposes the truth.
A dark plot, but a light read.
She didn’t expect the kind of interest his introduction would arouse – or that a train of events among her new acquaintances would lead to such tragic consequences.
For those who like a good page-turner.
Whichever your point of view, this compilation provides a varied collection of prose, poetry and rhyme to match many a mood.
A book that you can dip into at random.
The thought of killing his own mother abhorred him.
The desire to overwhelmed him.
How was he to exorcise his demons?
A novel that explores
the dilemma of a driven man,
a missing teenager
and the frustrated attempts
of a detective trying to find her.
and Kindle eBook
The Schooling Chair is the place where dreams are made, futures born and the world opens up its treasures. This compilation of short stories and flash fiction does much the same, reaching to every corner of emotion, spanning time and place; even taking you to the far reaches of the universe; and beyond earthly knowledge.
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Not everything is email.
Post box at Branscombe, Devon.
Sometimes you don't need to hurry!
Do I know you?
Do I know you?
You should. I’ve been around you a long time. You just seem to have forgotten me.
I don’t seem to recognise you.
You used to. You used to rely on me a lot. You gave great thought to how I would react in any situation. And you went by my word.
Then, one day, you cast me aside. You hid from me and chose your own path. I niggled at you, at first, but got nowhere. Your attention was diverted to hedonistic spoils. You thought you knew yourself, could be yourself, but, in truth, followed only the path of others. The excitement, the dreams, the money, the flash lifestyle, until it all fell apart and you dropped into the gutter.
You know about those days? When I had everything? Then when I had nothing? Not even my pride?
And when you found the gun. And you turned another corner. Yes. I know all your days. You just chose not to know me.
You know that I killed a man, then. Just to get money. Money I gambled away. Then the woman I loved, because when the money was gone she found someone else. Someone much older and much, much richer. I didn’t kill him, though, did I? She did that, by causing him so much pain, his heart gave out. She died for what she did to both of us: the cheating and the lying. She deserved it.
And you had the right to decide? The one who killed for gain, the one who stole another man’s wealth? The one who threw away everything good you had, just to buy affection, to put yourself on a pedestal and then see it crumble beneath you. Only now, is your life stable. Incarcerated at Her Majesty’s Pleasure. But do you show remorse?
Remorse? What is life but for the taking? What about those who took it away from me? I have no remorse for them. And the man I shot for money: he was no better than me. His money was from drugs. It was his kind that dragged me down.
But only after your own greed: the betrayal of your true friends – and your family.
Just who are you, then?
I’m your conscience.
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