‘You spoil ‘er rotten, that girl. She needs discipline. I had it, look how I turned out.’ Pam didn’t reply. That was what she was afraid of.
©2011, Simon Kewin
Among relatives and friends she could forget about her condition. But she knew staring strangers in the street would remind her soon enough.
© 2011, Simon Kewin
He watched the kitten pounce at skipping white butterflies. It failed to catch a single one. He sat there thinking about his love-life.
©2011, Simon Kewin
The terrible truth was that his laryngectomy secretly pleased Ava. His whiny voice, his only flaw, had grated on her nerves for forty years.
©2011, Simon Kewin
It had been a perfectly good love triangle. Now he didn’t know what to call it. There wasn’t a geometric shape consisting of a single line.
©2011, Simon Kewin