"I can't believe you didn't pack them," Mary said digging through the bag in her lap. "I thought chocolate was a bad idea." Mary turned and gave Rob a disbelieving look. "You're joking..." "Um... No. It melts," Rob said not taking his eyes from the road. Mary sniffed in indignation. "That's the whole point in… Continue reading The Drive

Every year I follow a tradition for Christmas. Of late I follow 'The Plan'. Me and Granddad sorted out 'The Plan' before he died. You see at the time I thought nothing of it but I think he knew he was going because he made his last wish to have Christmas. And he didn't want… Continue reading Tradition…

Martin shifted on the bed trying not to wake Tracy. When she had suggested that it would be better if they had a four-foot bed, he had agreed. His one love was to sit up at night and read Dickens. Now he had the bedside table and a lamp, but if he moved Tracy would… Continue reading Dream talk

I am in the middle of an allergic reaction. Just bites, but lots of them. Some horrible flea/mosquito/bug has made a feast of me. Now that in itself is annoying and itchy but not too much of a problem. I have medication... And that is where the dreams come in. You see the drugs make… Continue reading Dreams

I was nervous. Stood in front of a pair of the most imposing doors ever. I mean it is just meant to be a hall, somewhere to practice so why the heavy oak doors? Is it to keep audiences in or others out? Who had never heard of a fortified theater? Let alone one in… Continue reading The Fluting Mime