Pat Miller
Bio
Raconteur, retiree, roustabout. Sharp observer of the human condition, discoverer of comedy nuggets from the sea of dross.
Stories (2/0)
The Conspiracy Collectors
An only child, I was born in 1984, a Piscean baby, a water sign. This was my earliest memory of identity. Drummed into me by my parents, it was predetermined that I would be artistic, creative, personable and have trouble with my feet. Although quite bright, they always seemed to live in an ethereal world where difficult decisions were made on a whim. Omens and oracles replaced more traditional decision making processes..
By Pat Miller3 years ago in Fiction
Oblique Obituary
He always insisted his last name should be Phillips Coombes-Randall. His rum, rollie and dope habits hadn't been kind to his mental state, overall demeanour or physical appearance. He was a wreck. Round shouldered and dour, grumpy and sour, that was our Warren. The uncontrollable, tangled grey tonsure framed a permanent scowl under eyebrows set in a perpetual, baleful frown.
By Pat Miller3 years ago in Families
