Blog Archives

Alliteration at the Bus Stop

Keith skidded to a halt in the bus stop before too many raindrops had spattered his suit. “Morning,” said Janet. As usual, she was the only other person there at quarter past eight in the morning. Keith was too out

Tagged with:
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle

Do You Remember the Bluebells?

This month, our favourite place is full of flowers. Yes, that’s right, they’re dandelions. Clever girl. Do you remember last year, when there were bluebells as well? No? Well, a year’s a longer time for you than for me. Long

Tagged with: ,
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle

Jack Under the Table

A man walked into the room, closed the green door and pressed his back to it. His eyes darted to the window on the wall to his left, then to the window on the other side of the room, then

Tagged with: ,
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle

For Want of an Acerbic Metaphor

This morning’s breakfast was buttered toast, coffee with milk and three sugars and sour grapes. The coffee and toast came from my kitchen. The sour grapes came from skimming the arts pages of the Telegraph on my tablet. They splashed

Tagged with: ,
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle

Six O’Clock Shuffle

The train doors slid open, inviting Zack to his first mistake.  He tried to get on the train.  What else was he supposed to do when a train opened its doors? A torrent of humanity poured out.  He’d thought he’d

Tagged with: , ,
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle

Life by Screen and Microwave

You see a bus full of heads bent over tiny screens, each one stamped with a different logo that came from the same Foxconn factory. Tops of heads tell you nothing of use, which is why you need me to

Tagged with: , ,
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle

Your Mood in the Sea

When I want to know whether it’s one of your happy days or one of your sad days, I stand at the window and watch the sea. It’s safer than watching you. With my back to our home, the sea

Tagged with: ,
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle

Lady Aethelflaed in Paddington

I saw Aethelflaed in Paddington Station. I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t like that time I thought the red-haired woman in the Starbucks queue was Guinevere. That was silly, Guinevere’s just a story. Never really existed. Now Aethelflaed

Tagged with:
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle

Green in my Desert

I lay where I fell on the desert sands until the figure shimmered out of the ochre dust. Its hazy outline resolved into limbs, a torso and a head that were the green of seedlings given life by rain. “What’s

Tagged with: ,
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle

Actaeon’s Landlady

Brian had been lodging with Diana for three weeks when he walked in on her posing in the nude. Her back was to him when he walked into the living room, so his first instinct was to try to slip

Tagged with: , , ,
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Follow Cockburn's Eclectics on WordPress.com

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 468 other followers

Goodreads