White Painted Walls

There was a spider on the wall of Dad’s bedroom. It was about the size of a grape, but that was big enough. Can you get rid of it, I asked.  Dad just smiled his lazy smile, not even looking away from the television.  The next day, there were three or four of them, larger […]

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The Old Man and the Museum

I hadn’t been working there long when I first noticed the old man. He was padding round the balcony, glancing about with a look of quiet fascination at the old maps displayed on the walls. He made three circuits, before descending to the ground floor and tipping his hat at the meet and greeter as […]

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A house to call home

This is my second attempt at poetry and is on the subject of housing. I couldn’t think of a decent title and probably need to work on my formatting, but I enjoyed writing it. As before, any comments, likes, not likes or cheques in the post are welcome. “Can I help you?” asks the man […]

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