This is a collection of short stories, verse, and so-named 'Flash Fiction' for the male or female reader who enjoys variety. Topical themes covered by the short stories range from Crime drama (from differing perspectives) Satire (you may even think you recognize a character or two!) and Comedy pieces doing their best to raise a smile or a chuckle. So if you would like to know what might have happened to a pacifist during the first world war, then there's a story here for you. If you want to find out how a man called Malone deals with his unfaithful wife, there's a story here for you. If you want to visit a coward's grave (with a difference) you can do so within these pages. If the spiritual world interests you, then hopefully you will find something positive to take from 'It's Only Words', the short story bearing the title which has been given to this collection. As for the versed work within this collection, the author has again ranged across a multi-coloured palate of subject matter. He has written to amuse you or stimulate you, or even move you if he has caught you at a time when a particular piece may resonate within you as you read.
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A caracers appearîng în îs work are Icîîous Any resembance o rea persons, îvîng or dead, îs purey coîncîdena
Dedication
I dedicate tis collection to tree people wo live in my eart.
For Maureen, my very own Wes prîncess, wo capured my Scoîs ear weve years ago and sî makes î sîng A ear wîc woud ave sopped beaîng, ad î no been or er skî
And or Aan, e broer wo was os o me bu made î îs busîness o Ind me a ose years ago ï wî aways be graeu or îs enacîy, and îs afecîon
And or Coîn Sprîggs, e man wo gîTed me îs rîendsîp Wîc ï reasure
It Has All Been Said
ï speak as a sîmpe wordsmî, usîng rusy roug-ewn oos, wo uss or an uncovered exîcon, o bedeck you wî îs jewes ï woud îke o pu ogeer e words în suc a way, your eyes woud smar, ï’d break your ear, once read, wa’s saîd, a memory o say He cance o be orîgîna, e words o be e Irs o od you wen you ouc e page, o eed your unger and o sake your îrs You coud use me as a pîck-me-up, or pu me down a wî, occasîonay quoe me, even say you wroe me, read me o excîe or o sî
On sage and screen, or în beween e covers o e years, e exîcon o anguage îves o soke our rage or cam our ears
So aas and aack o e means o reaîze my ooîs dreams, needs mus conînue o derîve permuaîons o surprîse oînko eadîng, no beîng ed, o ry orgeîng ï as a been saîd
Passion-Dale Sunset
For Aber Fosdyke, se-socked pacîIs and poograper, e evenu 17th day o Ocober 1917 reucany dîed în sades o coudy grey e sîeny waced now, roug îs see-barred aperure, e demîse o day bîrîng nîg as an undamaged par o îs racured mînd began snacîng a gîmpses o brîger endîngs o beer days Sunses and Aber sared many memorîes… Wîe îdden sorm couds were aready ormîng în e sraospere over Ausrîa, an Engîs evenîng sky o safron ad awakened medîca-suden Aber’s arîsîc sou Rousîng îs desîre o capure, and od, e myrîad o coours spîîng rom e ceesîa paee Frusraed oragîng în îs modes oobox o avaîabe skîs ad ound ony îs înabîîy o successuy marry oîs o canvas Co-încîdenay, on June 28th 1914, as Arcduke Ferdînand’s drîver ook a aeu wrong urn îno a narrow Sarajevo sree, a oîdayîng Aber Fosdyke sumbed ono an unmapped rack în a Wes vaey and, under an evenîng sky o magena, ound an aracîve and anke-spraîned woman în dîsress and os îs ear Over e oowîng week, Prîscîa obrook, army major’s maure and unappy wîe, one î-waker and avîd poograper, careuy seered Aber’s magîc carpe-rîde o romance Wî a mos graîyîng sense o gaanry,ow coud se manage oerwîse?, e was easîy persuaded o sare er oîday coage nesîng în e vaey’s ea, or, as Prîscîa preerred, e Dae Heîr conversaîons recognîzed neîer îmepîece nor boundary, and, energîsed by orces unknown o Aber, e maced er reveaîons as comoraby as e dîd er srîde on eîr waks o sared dîscovery Se înroduced îm o e word o e camera, umbîng îm wî er knowedge and experîse wîs seducîng îm wî er verba caresses wen e reveaed îs own unuIed arîsîc benLe e camera become your medîum,se’d înspîrîngy suggesed And on eîr as evenîng în e Wes vaey, under
a sky-bazîng usîon o îndîgo, magena, and safron, se ook îs vîrgînîy and, momenarîy, îs power o coeren speec ïndeîby brandîng îs senses wî er ouc and scenWe mus aways remember îs vaey as our very own passîon-dae,se’d soTy wîspered On e mornîng ey pared, wî an apoogy or avîng used er usband’s saîonery, Prîscîa gave Aber er skec depîcîng e unmapped rack wî a cross markîng e spo were ey’d me Brancîng rîg rom e rack, se’d drawn e sream were ey’d baed eîr ee, and er sky-îne was broken by exposîve srokes cîmbîng rom ground eve o reac and surround e dîsappearîng Ireba o a sun Aber, recognîzîng îs grapîc memorîa o îs comîng-o-age cîmacîc sunse, was sî busîng wen Prîscîa, advîsîng îm e mus rey on naura brîg îg or oudoor sos, presened îm wî e Kodak ves-pocke cameraï sa reurn o e coage eac year on e same daes, se’d înormed îm eavîng e promîse, unspoken, în îs mînd
On Augus 7th 1914, ree days aTer Brîaîn decared war on Germany, Aber Fosdyke, conceaîng bo pacîIs vîews and ves-pocke camera, responded o Kîcener’s ca or 100,000 vouneers and joîned He Roya Army Medîca Corps o begîn îs journey roug e on ear Wîc Inay broug îm, on Ocober 12th 1917, o e Frenc Ieds o îquîd-mud prevenîng aîed orces advancîng beyond Passcendaee Rîdge Wa remaîned o e Medîca Corps Capaîn’s unîorm ung în mud-encrused sreds rom e se-socked wreck o e man beîng ed uprîg beore Coone Percîva obrook, commandîng oicer o He Fîrs Baaîon Wes Fusîîers obrook, îmse în sock bu or a dîferen reason, consîdered e repored acs e a eas, us ar, undersood He man, evîdeny an oicer,bu no o e Fusîîers so no ereore, srîcy speakîng, a broer oIcer,ad been seen akîng poograps o e înes and e Rîdge Hîs was expressy orbîdden and an ofence punîsabe by dea Moreover, wen e seîng ad recommenced e man ad reporedy been
sruck bu ad conînued usîng e camera wîs screamîng e was a pacîIs and a poograper Were e Coone’s undersandîng ceased, and îs own sock began, ay beore îm on îs abe în e sape o a aered pîece o saîonery upon wîc ad been drawn a map He Coone’s Irs sock ad been o see îs own name and ondon address, under îs pas rank o Major, a e op o e saîonery Hîs ad been brîsky dîsmîssed by îs ïneîgence oicer as an obvîous ac o eT a some poîn în e pas O more urgen împorance o îs ïneîgence oicer was e map îseWas îs îne brancîng rîg, no e rîver Lys? And î so, was e îne î branced rom e înended advance poîn o e enemy? Wa o îs oer îne, wî an exposîon appareny beîng depîced? Was îs no e Passcendaee Rîdge? Was îs man an agen o e enemy? Was îs cross markîng a rendezvous poîn? As e babbîng wrec was ed away, Coone Percîva obrook sared down a e unknown and e amîîar e ad no îdea ow îs persona saîonery ad ound îs way îno e man’s ands, and, îke îs ïneîgence oicer, coud ony guess a e map, bu e Coone’s rea sock ay în e ac a, even în skec orm, e recognîzed îs wîe’s and Aber Fosdyke, boodîed pacîIs, one-îme over and doomed poograper, sood on e bed o ook roug e bars and a sî uncîonîng par o îs braîn acknowedged e îrony o wa e saw Prîscîa ad od îm a în 1827, Josep Nîepce, a veeran o Napoeon’s army, became e Irs person o combîne opîca properîes o îg wî îs cemîca efecs and preserve e resus o acîeve îs, e înnovaîve Nîepce ad poograped a couryard, peraps no dîssîmîar o e one Aber was ookîng a now Wîc was were, Aber knew, e woud be soDeares Prîscîa,aways wî îm ye os o îm în e mîss o îme No even er skeced memorîa o comor îm now, as î ad on so many orrendous occasîonsOny se, woud e mîss.îs comrades, e knew, ad consîdered îm o be rum eow Wo ese, ey’d saîd, woud smîe a e sound o e dreaded Passcendaee