Let’s go bowling!

A very short – based on a true – story.
The two girls linked arms as they walked. They weren’t dressed for the weather, which was icy drizzle, choosing instead to wear short skirts and T-shirts. They laughed as they chatted about the latest beau on their hit list, seemingly oblivious to the inclement cold.

I was walking in the opposite direction, wearing a heavy wool coat, buttoned up tightly, and a knitted hat with a faux fur lining. As I neared them, I wondered if they would move into single file so that we could all neatly cross the train tracks.

When we were almost level, the one on the left looked me straight in the eye and knocked me into the path of an oncoming Range Rover, which swerved to avoid me.

“And then we’re going bowling.”

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Bubble Rapt

What’s this?  A bandwagon?  Don’t mind if I do!

I’ve just published my first book!

Bubble Rapt is a selection of short stories with a twist to leave you all tangled up like a tangly thing.  The stories are mostly by me, bar one, which is extra special.

I’ve popped in a true tale by my Dad, Ray Goldsack, as he always wanted to be published, but didn’t quite get round to it before he died. There you go, Dad.  It would have been his 79th birthday yesterday 🙂

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Find out what happens to Robert, the coy carp, and Little  Molly Plankton, and  why Jenny Sanders is so Bubble Rapt!

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The Final Straw

“It was only a small side swipe;
she wound me up so tight,”
he said.
But that didn’t make it right.

What he’d failed to notice
as he slammed the front door shut,
was how he’d knocked her hard
into the wall and cut her
deeply…

She touched hand to cheek.
Felt the blood seep
through her fingers.
Saw red.
Steadied herself.
Cried out –
“That’s the very last time
you’ll commit that crime!”

“Just an eight-inch slap,”
he said,
from his hospital bed,
before he slipped away.

She’s still on the run.
They’ve never found her –
or the gun.

(A little darker than usual)

The Ring

He knelt before her and slipped the golden box out from his back pocket, opening it slowly. A diamond ring lay nested within the red velvet – delicate, perfect.

She began to cry. Tears as rivulets flowed down her reddened cheeks.

Whilst she longed to grab him passionately, say yes and live a happily ever after fantasy, she turned away from him. He wasn’t hers; would never be hers. His heart would always belong to another.

She didn’t look back. She ran forward into the past, towards the one who truly loved her.