On my evening walks.Shrilling of cicadasdrowns out the soothing surfof freeway traffic.In the moonlightthe soccer field glints swampyOh no, my socks are wet!They're moving out of Number 12memories packed upin Wridgways' boxesBasket chair in silhouettehe perches on its edgefingering his guitar.Through the mistthe moon is a cav... More..
More than One WayWhen Michael, my husband, got home from work one evening a couple of weeks ago, he was in a particularly bad mood. He's often pretty worn out and snappy when he first gets in, but usually a cup of tea and some casual conversation is enough to start the mending process so that he can relax into a pleasant fami... More..
TheftIt was a run-down, grimy, dismal part of the city. The young woman, worn out and so fearful that it verged on madness, dragged herself along, keeping close to the grey brick walls of the warehouses.She clutched the bag to her chest as she continually shot frightened glances over her shoulder, imagining at every corner th... More..
Night WatchAs I pace the corridors of this darkened building, I find that I'm still shaken and bewildered, although it is now over a day since it all happened. I'm upset more at what I have found out about myself, I think, than at the events themselvesthough they were frightening enoughbecause I've always prided myself on bei... More..
Behind the Scenes at Kids' TennisEvery Saturday afternoon during the season, I used to take my ten-year-old along to junior tennis fixtures. Each of us parents takes their turn at being court supervisor; making sure the umpire knows how to score; keeping the action flowing; a simple job, yes? Hah!Here is an edited record of o... More..
"Only Connect"Curiouser and curiouser, thought Alice. She leaned dangerously out of bed, peering through the gap in the curtains, but the two men were out of sight now. She wondered whether to get out of bed to see better, but it was such an effort always, and last time she had fallen; not badly, but she had waited nearly an... More..
The SolutionAfter the first almost panicky rush, his stride settled down into the regular pounding cadence that he knew he could keep up the whole way. He had to concentrate on placing his feet; it was still quite dark that early on a winter's morning, and there were rough places and muddy patches to avoid.There was no time t... More..
Geoff Foster
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