“I’m leaving you, you pie-faced bastard! My mum was right about you, you are a useless, talentless waste of space. What did I ever see in you?” So saying, my girlfriend Sue, threw her cup of tea in my face and flounced out of my flat for ever. It had been an unpleasant period in…
Author: Geoffrey David West
The Morning After
“What’s the matter, mate?” said the man who came to sit next to me on the bench on the seafront at Brighton. Seagulls were swooping and diving and screaming above us, my headache was getting worse, and I was on the point of wondering whether to go to Beachy Head along the coast, climb to…
Breaking Point
Last night I had that dream again. The one where I’m really thirsty, and a lovely glass of cold water is just beyond my reach. Or I’m ravenously hungry and there’s chicken and chips on a plate, but it’s yards away and I can’t walk. I suppose that’s what my life has become: a yearning…
The Golden Hand
Have you ever had a moment when you see someone of the opposite sex, know they’re the right one for you, but nothing comes of it? And you regret it for ever. It happened to me in 1973. I was young and carefree, enjoying an evening out at a folk music club, when my eyes locked…
The Holiday Romance
“You must prepare yourself for the worst,” the doctor said, staring at us seriously. “You are aware that we can’t be sure of the outcome?” “But we know you’ll try your best.” Lynn’s mum could barely say the words before she burst out crying. It had been a tough twenty-four hours, and this was the…
Derby Day
I love working in a betting shop. I love the buzz, the excitement and the action, when you have to punch numbers into the computers, count out cash and listen to the sound of the racing results on the TVs all at the same time. But most of all I love seeing the smiles on…
The Red Jacket
“Well I like it.” “It’s awful. It doesn’t suit you.” “Well I like it and I’m going to buy it!” I was standing with my husband Gerald in the middle of the floor of the charity shop in the High Street, watching Gerald looking absurd, striding about wearing the bright scarlet jacket he was determined…
Writers’ Circle
“I hope you don’t mind me reading this one—I’m afraid it’s a little bit near the knuckle,” said the small middle-aged man with the beady eyes. “Good gracious no, no prudes here, Cedric, anything goes,” said Camilla Upton-Sleeve, beaming benignly at him behind her huge spectacles. Cedric was a newcomer to our writers’ circle, a…
Touch and Go
“Aye it can get a wee bit lonely up here, it can indeed.” “I like my own company. Besides I’ll be busy.” “So you will, laddie, so you will.” As Angus Macready and I looked up at the sheer majesty of the fine stone walls of Cregallan Castle a wind whipped up and I felt…
Born Lucky
Everyone hates me. I’m an inspector for Accountancy Solutions. I’m the guy who swoops into your place of work when your boss thinks someone’s nicking money or goods, and goes through the accounts to make sure things are in order. And if they’re not, it’s muggins here who points the finger at the likely culprit. I…