It’s Saturday morning and my head is throbbing. Vague recollections of Matt and a crowd of guys in Kelly’s Bar and a river of scotch...
A few months later Chepi and Bel sat outside their new home watching the young cubs play and enjoying a warm early autumn afternoon. What with building a new den and keeping on top of the cubs, Si and his goons seemed like a distant nightmare.
The Young Vixen and the Old Fox sat at the lair entrance staring into the forest and the sunset. ‘It’s almost like old times,’ said the Old Fox
The Edge of Twilight – The Journey The sun had barely risen above Woodland Trails when Bel and the Old Fox gently woke the sleeping Young Vixen. The elegant figure of Zuzu was sat in the parlour sipping tea and waiting.
The Edge of Twilight 7 – The Young Vixen’s Surprise The next morning a small group of foxes made their way through the Dark Forest. The Young Vixen and stood with Bel and the Old Fox as Vanda and the cubs disappeared with two muscular dog foxes.
Flash Fiction I have lost count of the days that I have been here. They are just notch marks on the branches that make the walls of the hut I built. And I built that a fair few notches ago. The only life I have seen in all that time has been seagulls and fish and they don’t say much.
Flash Fiction Serial During the second winter, Arina’s health began to fail. It was shortly after my graduation from school when she collapsed that first time. Even the doctors put it down to the excitement of the day.
I got home to a letter from my pen pal, Lynne, in England. Inside were photographs and postcards from her holiday, each numbered on the back, so I could follow the descriptive within her letter.
One morning in late spring Loban was sat in the kitchen finishing his breakfast. I sat sipping tea and he looked at me. ‘Kip, it has been quiet too long!’
Even months after escaping the grip of the System and finding freedom I cannot quite get used to being able speak freely and without fear. Even the simple act of writing my journals would have found me put before a firing squad. Expressing the truth or an opinion carried an automatic death sentence. They could not stop the mind from thinking though.
Arina had a fondness for visiting historic buildings. Once or twice I had been with her and wandered round unused rooms arranged in a set period from the past. It intrigued me listening to Arina explain the details of the people who had lived there in the distant past. This time was different.
Since our walk in the forest, Arina made sure we spent time each evening just talking. Sometimes Gai and Loban would join us. One evening Arina, Gai and I were in the garden planting out seedlings around Arina’s fountain. The conversation was light and easy. Suddenly Arina was silent, too silent. I rushed to her … Continue reading The Crossing – Brothers
Winter turned to spring and the snows thawed. The news was about floods back in the old country. I remembered those well. It all seemed so far away but as more estimates of people losing their lives to floods were reported my memories were all too clear. Here the land was soddened but not flooded … Continue reading The Crossing – Spring Floods
In that first January Arina’s sister died. Loban and Gai had been at work when the phone rang. School was still on vacation and Arina and I had been sat in the kitchen drinking tea. I had her speaking then her voice changed. I watched as her face changed, and instinct told me to move … Continue reading The Crossing – The Tolling of a Bell
I would never have believed I would be totally dependent on her, yet in the last few hours, she had kept me alive. It had been a beautiful cloudless day when we had started up the mountain path. It was on the second ridge that we came across the young family. The kids, being kids, … Continue reading Ridges in the Mist
The first winter with Loban and Arina was a severe one. The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow by early December. Trudging through the snow and back or school was arduous work and always my clothes would be wet through. Arina kept the cycle of clean laundry going somehow and I was … Continue reading The Crossing – Blurred Memories
At school to improve my writing the tutor suggested I write a letter. I had carefully composed a letter of introduction to no one in particular. The tutor had seemed pleased with the result and took my photograph and I had forgotten all about it. A few months later Gai and I were working out … Continue reading The Crossing – Letters
I woke up on the morning of 3rd October and I did not feel any different to how I was on the 2nd. I did not miraculously feel all mature and worldly wise and I do not think I had expected to. I had expected something – some sign or transition from boy to man. … Continue reading The Crossing – Wishes
It was the last day of September, and it was a day that time kept suspending itself around me. I was sat with Arina in the living room, listening to the heavy rain falling outside. She was sewing, and I was watching the silver needle dart in and out of the fabric. It was hypnotic … Continue reading The Crossing – Signals
The next morning I woke up leant against an old oak tree. It was late September and I should have felt cold but instead, I felt embraced and warm. Embraced I was, in Gai’s arms as he slept beside me. I moved slowly and silently as not to wake the sleeping man. As quietly as … Continue reading The Crossing – The Morning After
In the days before we escaped there was no such thing as hope. Each day was the same, yesterday blended in today and no one dared think of tomorrow. Here in a quiet suburb life was gentler and not a desperate scrap for survival. There was time to think, time to learn and time to … Continue reading The Crossing – Hopes and Dreams
The weeks passed, and my twenty-first birthday was getting closer. It was now the first days of autumn and the trees and countryside were taking on the vibrant shades of fall. I had never got excited about my birthday before. I only knew it was October 3rd because they had told me. I did not … Continue reading The Crossing – October 3rd
His legs were ravaged by pain and the blisters on his feet had long since burst into blood sores. The hours of walking were taking its toll on Luke’s body, but he had to keep going. He had to get home. For Luke it felt like it had been years since he had been home. … Continue reading The Journey
Since our arrival Gai’s half-starved body had gained weight. He was now tall and muscular in physique, standing just short of six feet. The asylum officials had assigned him to work as a labourer at a recycling centre. The manual nature of his work had toned his body to a defined tightness that rippled every … Continue reading The Crossing – Gai
Every day, twice a day, I would ride past the Nightstone Work Camp. Every day, twice a day, I would be haunted by the gaunt staring faces of young men and women, old age didn’t happen in the camps. Visceral faces desperately waiting to die. Survival was pointless they would never get out. This was … Continue reading The Deterrent
I awoke sprawled across some bushes. All I could feel was a deep throbbing pain in my left leg. The springy twigs held on to me like vines and I gave up trying to sit up. Instead, I rolled and landed on the cold muddy ground. As I opened his eyes all I could see … Continue reading Alone