Raymond G. Taylor
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Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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The Buzz begins
Zzzzzp… zzzzzzzp… zzzp... zzzzzzzzzp... zzzzzzp.. zzzp.. zzzzzzzzzz… TZAP ! Grace shuddered at the sound, as another fly sizzled on the barbecue bars of the violet electric fly trap that hung above her father's grocery store counter. Grace couldn't bear that noise and was determined to smash the dread device. When the store closed for lunch, Grace tiptoed out and stood on a chair, reaching up.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
Grand Central
I ended up in Grand Central Station. All I had to decide was what to do and where to go next. As I stood there, a stranger came up and asked me: “Do you need any help?” She was in her early twenties, a fairly plain looking office type but she had a kind face, so I smiled and said thanks and that I wasn’t sure where to go next.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
A town called Raymond
The address written on the note said 153 Larkin Street. A street in San Francisco, between the Civic Centre and the Pioneer Monument. Or so I thought. San Francisco. City of earthquakes and Alcatraz, Dirty Harry and Chinatown. Cable Cars, barking sea lions, and the heart-stopping tall towers of the Golden Gate Bridge. I just couldn’t wait. 18 years old and the whole city awaited. A six-month stay before I started Uni. Six months away from Mum and Dad and my horrid sisters and brothers.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
Tunnels of love. Content Warning.
"No, don’t! It’s not allowed." Lucy spluttered as she spoke, half giggling, shifting from foot to foot in her nervous excitement. With all three of them standing on the tiny space at the rear of the boat, it looked as if she would fall off at any moment.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
