Comedy writer/performer & purveyor of original gags and rhyme, with the occasional foray into non-humorous stories & poems. Shown here smaller than actual size.
A pencil-thin shaft of morning sunlight streamed across the dusty room and illuminated one of the glass baubles on the miniature Christmas tree. Edith looked at the resulting multi-coloured patterns scattered across the ceiling and walls.“That’s not right,” she thought. “The sun…
It had been two years to the day since she’d last left the flat.
She remembered this because it had been her last day at her administration job. The office that had previously been a bustling centre of commerce had become people-less. Stuffed with rows of computer servers, it was…
After several years, it ended in tears, the marriage of the owl to the cat.The owl did the providing, while the cat sat beside him and ate until hopelessly fat.