John bounds downstairs, hair hanging in eyes, bag over shoulder. ‘Come on we’ll miss it.’ They dive onto the bus as it turns the corner, Lydia hanging by a strap, John gripping the pole while paying the clippie. It’s dark in Soho’s backstreets and Lydia holds John’s duffle coat for fear of falling. ‘Here it… Continue reading JAMMING
Author: Nita Lewsey
I'm a writer of short stories, flash fiction and am currently working on a novel. I've had stories published in anthologies and self-published a collection on stories on Amazon. I have long dreamt of writing full time & this dream is now a reality.
Non, je ne regrette rien
Well here we are, only 2 days left of working for ‘the man’. I’ve been on a countdown since June 2021 when the decision to finally retire was made and the interesting thing is how many people have asked me what I’ll do with my time? I see this as another step on life’s path,… Continue reading Non, je ne regrette rien
Pretty Polly
After some rummaging Polly found the shoes at the back of the wardrobe, red silk with ribbons to tie around the ankle, skinny heels and a peep toe. She’s seen them in the shop window every week for a month before she’d plucked up the courage to go in and try them on. The eye-watering… Continue reading Pretty Polly
Interlude
It was hot, too damned hot for anything other than lying under the garish beach umbrella in the quietest area of the beach. Eyes hidden by large sunglasses, head covered in a polka dot scarf Alex felt the tensions of the last few weeks drain away. She was glad she’d taken the plunge and booked… Continue reading Interlude
Early
The mist stalks the fields, fills the furrows and masks the hedges. Crows are ghosts hopping in and out of sight. Sound is deadened in the fog, my coat soon heavy with the enveloping damp, my hair clinging to my face. I look up, there’s a faint blueness above but no warmth as yet from… Continue reading Early
Taking steps
Basket in hand she trudged up the hill, face shielded by a scarf, collar pulled up against the wind. The roads were deserted, the skies a leaden grey, a storm was coming. She was panting by the time she reached the brow, the view on the other side was masked by low cloud and the… Continue reading Taking steps
Would like to meet
It was a just a joke with friends. I never meant it to get this far but I’m here now so may as well wait. The ad promised compatibility, real love not a casual date. ‘We will match you to your soul mate,’ was the slogan begging to be sneered at, and believe me we… Continue reading Would like to meet
Invisible
It’s rush hour, hundreds of commuters dashing this way and that, umbrellas aloft, dodging the puddles, hailing taxis. They all know I’m here although none of them acknowledge my existence. Well none is a bit strong, 99% don’t notice me and to the other 1% I’m a cause, a charity case, a focus for their… Continue reading Invisible
Passengers
‘Just grab your holdall and follow me,’ says the girl who meets me outside the station. It’s pitch black and I trip and slip as I cross the rails trying to keep up with her. She’s dressed in a dark coat and boots and I can barely make out her shape in the darkness. Suddenly… Continue reading Passengers
Lenny’s Dream
‘..and then I woke up to find it was all a dream,’ says Carol as she vacuums around my chair, ‘lift your feet or I’ll never finish, honestly I don’t know why you watch this rubbish.’ Carol is no fan of daytime television. ‘It’s not all rubbish, some of it’s quite entertaining,’ I reply wishing… Continue reading Lenny’s Dream
