Don’t Damn Me!

Jane Cummings sat still in the Lotus position in the middle of her sparsely furnished living room, her mind focused on nothing, her body in a state of relaxation.

It had taken her the guts of nine months to clear her mind to this extent, the journey hadn’t been easy.

Ten months ago, on a warm May evening, she had walked with her daughter along their regular and somewhat scenic route. Mostly fields, with a stream snaking through them offering the wildlife a drinking place if they should need one. Read the rest of this entry »

Warning: Contains some very strong language!

James Connington walked slowly, using the advantage of his above-average build to push his way through he mass of people. He was early, and he smiled to himself thinking of the irony. All the more time to scare myself shitless. The smile didn’t last long as he imagined the flight, the turbulence and the inevitable crash.

The queue at the ticket desk wasn’t too bad, it didn’t take long before he was smiling at the lady who processed his details and offered him a sticker for his large holdall, the strap of which was cutting the circulation to his fingers, such was the tightness of his grip on it. Read the rest of this entry »

Little Jamie Knolls sat pawing at his bruised and battered teddy bear. He was five and a quarter years old, the quarter was important and he’d always been sure to put people right, should they leave it off.

The teddy bear had been a birthday present on his third birthday, from a friend of the family. He had almost instantly named it Rolo, after his favourite chocolate treat.

It was a deep, chocolate brown, and had once been plush and plump, but now seemed a little frayed around the edges. The fact it had been played with every day since their introduction, meant it was looking a little gaunt too, from constant squeezing. Read the rest of this entry »