Serve It With Floss

by Colin Devonshire Serve it with Floss “Hi, Mr Perkins, your father is in his room.” “Is he okay? No dramas?” “He is fine.” “Thanks, I’ll go and see him. Oh, my son is in the garden with one of your carers. Can you show him the way to his grandad’s room when he’s ready?”Continue reading “Serve It With Floss”

Day Nine

Day nine was Christmas Day, the family had all gathered; they decorated the table with holly and crackers. We were all smiling, Dad had been generous with gifts this year. Mum carried the turkey from the oven. Uncle Pete stood, pulled his Browning and shot his brother, my father. The bullet entered below his eye,Continue reading “Day Nine”

Something different!

An Aquarian Exposition: 3 Days of Hell and Noise! I came to live here in peace, what do I get? My Generation? Listen to them. I thought I had found heaven. Living on a dairy farm a full fifty miles away from the torture of New York seemed like a paradise. It was. Now whatContinue reading “Something different!”