John casually flicked the cigarette ash through his window as he indicated to turn. It caught the wind and landed squarely in the eye of the motorcycle rider behind him, who swerved headlong into an oncoming car, that braked suddenly causing the car behind to slam into its rear, pushing it into the lane of a startled bus driver that ended his bus on its side over an embankment.
Watching the news at work in the cafeteria ….. “three dead and fourteen injured” John turned to a colleague “Geeze I’m lucky. I drive that way to work every day!”
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Michael Saunders
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The gardener
The soil was cold and damp beneath her hands as she patted the dirt down firmly. The hole had been far too big for such a small plant, so she had purchased some seasonal flower seedlings to fill in around the central attraction. She looked back with satisfaction at her work and decided it time to clean up. As she headed in doors she heard the doorbell. Answering, she was greeted by Tom from next door. “Hi Alice” he said, “is Pete around?” She smiled sweetly. “Yes dear he’s somewhere in the garden but he can’t be disturbed”.
By Michael Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
1960’s Out Side Loo
How often do we take for granted the comfort of the things we have in 2020? I remember my childhood and visiting my aunty and uncles with my Mam. I also have memories of living with my granddad in an old two-bedroom terraced house, the worst memory being the outside toilet (the loo to the younger readers). In some places we would visit, Mum would tell me beforehand, “Don't ask to go to the toilet; it's bloody filthy in there. You will catch something.”
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