Ian M. Williamson
Bio
My first book titled "In the Name of the Reich" is out now in paperback and eBook.
I recently started writing poetry to stay creative.
Find me at: www.ianmwilliamson.co.uk
Liverpool, United Kingdom.
Stories (10)
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The Weight of Guilt
James had never seen the fog lay so low across the lake at the edge of town. Had he been so inclined, he would have considered it almost supernatural the way the whisps of air clawed at the mirrored surface. It did not part when he pressed through it, it was so dense. He could see only a metre in any direction, the rest of the water shrouded in a heavy grey. The cold bit at his exposed face and hands, and his breath was visible when he exhaled with effort; even though the water was still, the journey out into the middle of the lake was a long and exhausting one.
By Ian M. Williamson4 years ago in Horror
He Existed
I never knew my grandfather. He was killed in the war when my mother was but a child. There survive no photographs of him, no physical evidence that he ever existed. My mother’s only enduring memory of him was a man in a uniform, who kisses her crying mother, then kisses her, then walks out of the front door of their home and never returns. She only told me this when the dementia had all but consumed her mind, and she no longer recognised me as her son. Her own mother never spoke about him, her grief at having lost her husband absolute, and she confessed in me, a stranger to her now, that she had always resented her for it.
By Ian M. Williamson5 years ago in Families
