John was just keeping quiet whilst he prepared the coffee in a takeaway mug but shrugged his shoulders as a way of answering Matt's comments when the other customer spoke again.
"You never know what's around that next corner, and I think the signs are good for you." The Stranger smiled briefly and looked up to the sky whilst cocking his head as if to wink at Matt. "Someone up there is looking down on you. Your luck will change for the better, and probably quicker than you think." The stranger spoke like he was one of those religious doom-mongers but his tone also had a sense of truth about it. He then touched his hat as if to pardon himself before leaving. He almost disappeared into thin air as he went nippily on his way into the crowded pavement. Matt's expression was quizzical as he absorbed what the stranger had said. Certain words like 'luck' and 'change' seemed to resonate louder than others, but he quickly concluded that the stranger was talking bull. Matt looked at his watch. It was already half past eight.
An excerpt from Chapter 2 'Looking for a job'.
'The Docs' mood changed very quickly. "You know when I was a young lad I had a special place to go when I
"Yes. Do you have a place?" The Doc asked her. Louise thought for a few seconds.
"I suppose I do."
"And where's that then?"
"I'm not telling you." Louise sounded quite indignant.
"I won't tell you where my place is then."
"Oh go on. Where do you go?"
"I go and sit in the tree." The Doc said it with pride as if Louise should have been impressed with what he had
just told her.
"The tree, Doctor?" Louise thought it sounded a typical boy place. "That's a daft place."
"No really it's a place you could also go to."
"Why would I want to go and sit in a tree?"
An excerpt from Chapter 8 'Talking to Louise'
'I was doing the usual stop start drive in the early morning rush hour traffic trying to make my way into work when thump, I felt the force of the car behind hitting me. The next few moments I have relived many many times as I felt the jolt move through my upper body and neck. It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened. Perhaps it was shock. I looked into my rear view mirror and saw clearly that the driver of the car that had crashed into me was a woman. She was blond but I don't think registered with me immediately. I
was just so angry and ready to blast her with a few ill chosen words about her driving abilities.'
A short excerpt from the short story 'She had me fooled'.
It's a sight that warms my heart and
lets me know I'm coming home
gentle waters lapping reeds,
and to see her great expanse before my eyes,
so flat, so still, so gentle,
providing life and home for birds and beasts.
She exposes her heart in muddy form
whenever tide is low as
the veins of water show their route,
but to cross her wave tossed seas by boat
is an experience most lasting;
I yearn to make that trip again.
Then, framed by posts bent over years
one sees that sugar smoke from far
pointing the way of the wind
as she marks
the coming of the town
and the end
of tiresome journeys,
Poem about Breydon Water near Great Yarmouth, written in January 2010.
On this page are excerpts of novels, short stories & poems which will be changed regularly.
'Everyone travelling by car nowadays knew the score and all would have their papers out ready. There would occasionally be the need to remind someone that one of their documents would be out of date soon but nothing more serious than that. "Papers please!" The soldier asked the driver of the next car. He was polite but forceful and left the person in no doubt what was required. The man sat there and just looked at him. "Papers. Now!" It was time to concentrate. The Private looked quickly in the direction of one of the more experienced soldiers, Private Kenton Bridge and he immediately tuned in to the fact that there was someone being unhelpful. Kenton checked there was only one person in the car so moved around to the passenger side of the car and cocked his automatic to show support.'
An excerpt from Chapter 1 'Early Indications'.