I'm an avid reader, writer and pianist. I have written on a variety of subjects and in various genres from children's stories, poetry and history to adult short stories. My three Skinny Pigs and I live by the sea, where I grew up.
Just Who I Am
“Your eyes are amazing,” the man said to me. I smiled to myself because, honestly, they're not just blue.
Four placemats sit neatly on the small kitchen table. They’re hardly used because no-one comes round for dinner But she likes to have them on the table to hide some stubborn stains.
Eyes the colour of a tropical sea open slowly. Brilliant white bedding, like summer clouds gently encase long, swimmer’s legs. It’s time.
So this is it, I thought. In three quarters of an hour I shall be a married woman. With clammy hands I smoothed down the front of my dress. I had fallen in love with that dress from the first time I’d tried it on. Eleven petticoats underneath sparkling ivory silk and taffeta. Beautiful.
‘As thus: mine eye’s due is thy outward part, And my heart’s right thy inward love of heart’ Shakespeare, Sonnet No. 46. Sacha was a music teacher, an accomplished pianist whose guitar was an extension of himself. He had delicate hands and long, lean, spatulate fingers that plucked the guitar strings in a way that would make your heart weep. Sacha was a quiet, solitary person who enjoyed his own company, only venturing on nights out for a drink with a couple of close friends occasionally. Of course, that somewhat precluded the opportunity to meet Mr Right. Despite his introverted character, Sacha was quick-witted and easy-going. His friends were always bemoaning his single status asking how it could still be so when he was such a great guy and so easy on the eye too. Sacha wasn’t blind, he could see when he looked in the mirror that there wasn’t a monster looking back at him. He was one inch off six feet tall. He was lean but solid, thanks to years of playing football. His long black hair was usually tied in a plait revealing his high cheek bones, full, red lips and bright blue eyes. Unfortunately what Sacha’s friends did not know was that it wasn’t just Mr Right that Sacha was looking for. He had known for a long time that he was naturally submissive and because he wasn’t comfortable with online dating he had accepted the fact that he would just have to wait for Mr Right to appear. It wasn’t just a sub/dom relationship he wanted but someone who would truly love him, care for him, look after him and direct him but who would appreciate Sacha’s need for independence and solitude sometimes.
One day when I was washing up in the kitchen I noticed that the bin was full. After I had dried my hands I pulled the black sack out of the bin and tied the top in a knot just loose enough for me to be able to hook my fingers through to carry it. Pulling the front door closed behind me I made my way to the outside bin area. I lifted the big communal bin lid with my left hand and was about to swing the bin bag into it with my right hand when something furry and thin wrapped around my right wrist. I jumped back, letting go of the bin lid which slammed open backwards on its hinge. I also dropped the bin bag. Whatever had gripped my wrist slithered out of the bin bag and was still hanging there. I looked at it with horror and tried to shake it off but its grip was iron tight. It didn’t have a body as such, just a long, grey, furry ‘pea-pod’ with these thin but strong tendrils curling about around it.
Mindful Strides How the sights, sounds and physicality of the beach unite with my senses to ground me, focus me and, ultimately, relax me.
A Winter's Night
That night was magical. From the moment I stepped out of my front door and heard the crunch of frost beneath my feet, I could feel something tangible in the air. There wasn’t a single cloud in that dark night sky and the stars looked like diamonds scattered randomly on a black velvet cloth. I breathed deeply, sucking in a lungful of icy air, exhaling a cloud of hot breath. I loved walking at night and because my house was located in a fairly good neighbourhood on the outskirts of a small, pleasant town I felt safe to venture out late and alone. The small seaside town where I lived wasn’t just a place to reside. I had many special memories that it was home to me. My walks almost always took me towards the sea. Just the shush-shush sound of the waves on the shingle relaxed me and the view from the pier looking back at the town was a snapshot of my life. So tonight, like many others, my feet took me to that special place.