Bruce Curle `
A Fifty something male that enjoys writing short stories, scripts and poetry. I have had many different types of work over my lifetime and consider myself fairly open minded and able to speak on many topics.
Yes, I am writing about a manual, ribbon typewriter, made in Spain sometime in the 1970s or early 1980s that was small, compact, and blue. It did not look imposing; it did though forever put so many's thoughts onto paper for the world to see. Some of these words would get the attention of World Leaders and University Instructors.
Darren had never driven this road before; Maria was navigating from the rear passenger seat and had fallen asleep some time ago. The other two in the car also seemed to be busy on their cellphones or electronic devices. The road was two lanes, few houses, and the moon was bright in the sky above them. Darren noticed as they drove, he saw fewer and fewer other vehicles on the road, but he did not worry much as it was just after midnight.
Hope Brigade Days
A few hour's drive outside of the busy city of Vancouver, British Columbia, is the town of Hope, B.C. Brigade Days have been celebrated in this community since 1968 and have become an important event in the town community. My entire family, at various times, has all enjoyed this event.
Order of the Heart
Darby worked closely with the mysterious lady from the café and the veterinarian, at least when it came to her new friend. She decided to call this mare “Sky” as she found her as close to the sky and heavens. Within ten days, she found herself an English saddle and would often be seen riding her new friend for short distances. The general belief amongst those in the RV camp and at the radio transmitter was Darby enjoyed adopting half-dead beasts.
Order of the Heart VII
Elmira Rostov was born in Russia in the 1970s but managed to come to Canada in the 1990s with her two young children. She had been a linguistics expert in Russia and, once settled in Canada, had enjoyed a successful career working with Canada Customs. This, of course, all changed once the Covid-19 pandemic became the “Infection,” and people died all around her at least for a time before slowly clawing their way back to their feet.
Hello, and by the way, who are you?
In January 2021, I was driving to see my mother in a local hospital. Traffic halted suddenly, and I was so happy I did not strike the vehicle in front of me. I gazed up in my rear-view mirror just as the vehicle behind struck my little sub-compact vehicle.
Afghanistan, The Taliban a case in point
I am a fifty-something member of society from Canada. I have had two children and many foster children over the years. I have worked since before I was sixteen years old and have been to many different parts of the world.
Order of the Heart
Marie drove her little SUV across the farmers' field near the Agassiz Bridge. Tess sat in the passenger seat with her binoculars, scanning the edge of the houses as they approached the town. They were on a simple assignment, go to the large nursing home and look for medical supplies in the upper floor pharmacy.