Eric J Drysdale
Bio
My taste in what I write and read is eclectic. I live in Sydney, and many of the stories are set all over Australia.
I expect to have 6 volumes of short stories plus a novel on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc. by the middle of 2022.
Stories (13/0)
IN APPRECIATION OF NORMA Eric J Drysdale
If one was able to apply certain criteria to who would make the ideal mate at a young age, that was garnered by and resulted from experience, perspective and wisdom, how different would most of our lives be, and how many choices made and later regretted, would be rejected at the outset? With the benefit of six, seven, even eight decades, what key points would be on that list compared with one made in our twenties? Indeed, in all likelihood no list would have been made in our twenties for we would have been too busy responding to lust and the satisfaction of pursuit and capture to write down the qualities we should seek in the person who would be the ideal companion to accompany us on Life’s journey.
By Eric J Drysdale2 years ago in Geeks
WHAT MAKES A MOVIE GREAT?
PLACES IN THE HEART With a number of the movies we have revisited in recent weeks both Norma and I agreed they ‘ticked all the boxes’. After watching PLACES IN THE HEART again last night, a movie which without doubt ticks all the boxes, I reflected on what would be the component parts of a movie or book that ticked all the boxes. The criteria would need to be universal and be able to be applied to the drama, the thriller, the romance and each genre. This is my conclusion:
By Eric J Drysdale2 years ago in Geeks
NIGHT OF PERIL
NIGHT OF PERIL Eric J Drysdale “That’s what I like about you, Elaine – you’ve never once thought, or at least mentioned marriage.” Winton drained his glass of beer, slipped further down on the lounge, and dangled the glass over the edge until it touched the lino.
By Eric J Drysdale2 years ago in Fiction
THE WINDS OF DESTINY
THE WINDS OF DESTINY Eric J Drysdale The island lay like a clamshell on the surface of the great ocean. For generations the natives had fished the seas, carved their boats from the trees on the island and lived their lives, and they didn’t know the name of the great ocean or of their island.
By Eric J Drysdale2 years ago in Fiction
THE INSURANCE POLICY
THE INSURANCE POLICY Eric J Drysdale Margaret Peterson approached the task of going through Charles’ desk and personal effects with some degree of ambivalence. On the one hand she knew that sooner or later she would have to sort things out, cull things out and get on with her own life; a life that now did not include her husband of 30 years. But his influence, his impact upon her life, her days, was still there as tangible as the imprint of his large foot beside her small one in the sand when they had walked along the beach on many occasions. Even her sensory memories; a touch, a smile, a smell, drifted in and out of her mind like unbidden but not unwelcome guests and just as the high tide had washed away their footprints in the sand so too had the high tide of life in the form of cancer washed the tangible form that was Charles from her life. In the short time that they had into which was compressed the diagnosis, the pain, the anger, the frustration and the acceptance, they had discussed the situation on various occasions but one time in particular stayed in her mind after his death.
By Eric J Drysdale2 years ago in Fiction
