Love distant lands, beaches, waves, wine, fragrant food, dancing, colour, languages and experiences. And now writing about it all….
He knew the nickname they used for him. It could have been alot worse and had been in the past. He ignored their patronising glances at each other, behind his back. He focussed on his job. Eyes forward. Like a blinkered Shire horse. One foot in front of the other. He would stock the shelves, … Continue reading Tim…nice but dim
She spotted him in the bar at the Soho Theatre whilst waiting for her drink. Their eyes met for a faint moment. He seemed to catch her gaze rather than the other way round. Did she know him? Or had he recognised her from somewhere. Was he a distant relative? Her being the wrong side … Continue reading Conversant Sleb
Constant Kiran remembered the drive to the country as if it was yesterday, not four decades ago, in the mid-seventies. They had all bundled into the family Nissan Sunny and sped off to a discounted-furniture store in the countryside that smelled of lavender and hay. Her younger brother, Dev, and sister, Leela, had initially been … Continue reading Let Him in Constancy.
Present I spotted these Gondoliers killing time in Venice last month. The scene reminded me of a saying from my school days about the child who was asked by his teacher to 'sit and wait for the present' and was then surprised that nothing came of the promise and he was then told it was … Continue reading Waiting for the Present
Rube He could see the disdain in people's eyes. 'You rube' was what he saw reflected in their body language as they turned away, blocking him with a broad back. It was true he was from the country but country-bumpkin he was not. His shoes had been stolen whilst he slept, as had his few … Continue reading Rube
She didn't like having to put on the costume in the street. Macie had scurried to swap places with Celia, who spotting her in the distance, had immediately starting pulling off the bits of the outfit and flinging them onto the green shopper in a hurry to get away for her overdue break. This parading … Continue reading Costumery
Sian was always suspicious of a single rose rolled in plastic. When she was last in London, an African man in traditional garb had called her 'sister', said he wanted to give her a gift and proceeded to thrust a candy-pink rose in her hand. It was presumably her mixed heritage he was referring to … Continue reading Cellophaned Rose
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