Len Jeffrey
I am 74 years old and got the bug to write late in life. It has been about a year and a half since I last wrote a short fictional story and now because of Vocal I got the 'urge' back again. To tell the truth, I like it!
Between The Floors
Lennie was a small-time crook plain and simple. If there were a quick and easy way to obtain money, jewellery or loot of any kind, you can bet Lennie would find a way to get it. His own mother didn't trust him. She had a lock installed on her bedroom door to keep him out when he was a kid. Lennie installed a lock on his bedroom to keep her out! In his youth he was the school bully. With his slicked back hair and piercing stare he forced the other kids to hand over their lunches and desserts. Not surprisingly, he dropped out of school early and when he was of age he left home thinking that he could make it on his own.
Len JeffreyPublished about a month ago in FictionBetween The Floors
Lennie was a small-time crook plain and simple. If there were a quick and easy way to obtain money, jewelry or loot of any kind, you can bet Lennie would find a way to get it. His own mother didn't trust him. She had a lock installed on her bedroom door to keep him out when he was a kid. Lennie installed a lock on his bedroom to keep her out! In his youth he was the school bully. With his slicked back hair and piercing stare he forced the other kids to hand over their lunches and desserts. Not surprisingly, he dropped out of school early and when he was of age he left home thinking that he could make it on his own.
Len JeffreyPublished about a month ago in FictionThe Runaway Spaceship
Dez stood outside of the cottage with his hands on his hips admiring the impressive building as the sun began to set.
Len JeffreyPublished about a month ago in FictionThe Secret Fishing Hole
Ben’s favourite fishing hole is a cove situated along the shores of the Bay of Fundy. Known only by him, it’s hidden from the general public by natural rock formations and plenty of thick vegetation. Each time he makes the long trek to this fishing area it’s usually uneventful. There was one time though when it was different.
Len JeffreyPublished about a month ago in FictionDexter's Drawings
Dexter stood staring at the sign. ‘Lady Helena’s Magic Emporium-Expect The Unexpected.’ “Mom, is it OK if I look around this store?” Dexter asked his mother as they walked along the amusement section of the exhibition.
Len JeffreyPublished about a month ago in FictionThe Lost Moonbeam
Long, long ago on one special night, there streamed across the western skies of Montana, millions and millions of moonbeams. Oh, what a night that was! It was one of the most perfectly clear skies that Montana had ever experienced. There were flames and swirls of gold, red and yellow colours everywhere. But there was also one tiny problem. One of the moonbeams was missing! A baby moonbeam had gone off course in his travels. This had never happened before. For you see, every moonbeam is magically counted. If, for example, one million moonbeams were to set off from the moon and head for planet earth, but out of the one million, one was missing, that would never do!
Len JeffreyPublished about a month ago in FictionThe Shoebox
The knock at the front door came early that cold and rainy Saturday morning. It was January 8, 1944, a few days before Deborah's sixteenth birthday. She stood and watched from the living room as her mother greeted a tall man dressed in a business suit. He carried what looked like a large envelope in one hand and a well-worn shoe box in the other. He spoke quietly to her mother and suddenly reached out to steady her as she began trembling. Deborah ran over and they helped her over mother to a couch.
Len JeffreyPublished about a month ago in FictionIn Her Heart
Jesse was the kind of young man who was shy and liked to keep to himself. He was always polite and respectful of others. Never wanting to get into trouble, he avoided conflicts of any kind. Maybe this is why some of the bullies at his school teased him whenever they had the chance. Jessie tried to ignore them, but it still hurt.
Len JeffreyPublished about a month ago in Fiction
