Denial – Christine Findlay
4100 words General Fiction – ADULT CONTENT
Lucy is summoned to her father’s hospital deathbed, dreading what his dying words might be. She wants to hear the truth but fears it may not come. A story of damaged relationships and the compelling need to find salvation.
Lucy fumbled with the car keys, her hands stiff with cold. Her head ached and her empty stomach lurched accusingly. ‘I think you should come now,’ the hospital had urged that morning. Driving north through a reluctant, late-December dawn, she’d fought to quell the rising panic. ‘They’re doing an A-rated deep clean, I’m afraid,’ the nurse warned as Lucy approached the ward door with its outsize notice “Closed Ward – Infection”. She nodded mechanically and rubbed the antibacterial gel into her hands.
Ladies Who Lunch – On a Bus Pass – Christine Findlay
Verity, a struggling writer, finds herself reluctantly agreeing to take a trip to Edinburgh to shop and lunch with ‘the girls’. After a fraught day, battling against the domineering Grace and her mousy ally, Verity, she longs for revenge. Will it ever come?
What in God’s name am I doing here? Okay I know I was invited, if you can call Grace’s late night summons an ‘invitation’. “Olivia’s called off, I’m afraid. Nigel’s made her a better offer. Need you to make up the numbers, Jane. Megabus leaves Broxden at 8. See you then.” And she hung up. Verity and Grace (anyone less gracious I’ve yet to meet) are huddled in the cramped bus shelter when I arrive, breathless and damp from the fine Scots drizzle that manages to penetrate even the most ample flesh and seep into the bones.
On the Face of It – Christine Findlay
3000 words Literary Fiction
One summer’s evening, Karen witnesses a fatal stabbing. She goes to help and, as a result, finds herself in court as a witness for the prosecution. What happens there prompts her to question her own assumptions about young people and their actions.
Round and round she twirled, the breeze lifting her skirt so that she spun like a silken dandelion head. Slowing to a gentle drift, she hung in the silence, savouring the cool air. A cry pierced her dream and she wakened instantly. Damn! The Calpol must have worn off already. He was usually such a good sleeper, but cutting a first molar was no joke. Karen snapped on the bedside light. Just gone two. She’d been in bed for four hours, but it felt more like five minutes.
Read It Again – 20 Stories for Children of All Ages
20 stories to enrich the lives of children. This book contains stories for both younger and older children. Always have a story to read at bedtime, whatever their age.
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The Colonel and Huffy Hedgehog – Christine Findlay
Huffy Hedgehog finds herself transported from the cosy comfort of her Glasgow home to country living in Beech Wood. And she’s not a happy hedgehog. The Colonel and the rest of the woodland gang decide she needs cheering up. But does Huffy want to be cheered?
This story is included in the collection Read It Again
“It’ll aw end in tears. Aye, mark my word,” mourned a small voice from somewhere beneath a pile of rotting leaves. “And a very good morning to you too, Huffy,” said The Colonel as the hedgehog emerged from her damp hiding place. “Why so glum, Huffy? It’s a blue-skied, sun-filled day at the start of a brand new summer in Beech Wood. You should be rolling about for joy, my dear, not talking of tears.” “Aye right, it’s okay for you, Colonel,” said Huffy in her best Glaswegian snuffle. “You’ve no been driven oot yer hame an transported tae foreign lands.”
The Colonel and Osbert – Christine Findlay
Osbert Owl comes from a long line of very wise owls. But he’s fed up being wise. He isn’t getting any sleep because his Beech Wood friends keep disturbing him, looking for his advice. What is he to do? His handsome pheasant friend, The Colonel, has the answer.
Osbert sat high on a branch of Grandfather Beech and sniffed quietly. He was not a happy owl. He couldn’t get a minute’s sleep for a steady stream of visitors all looking for advice. They came because he was known throughout Beech Wood and beyond as a very wise creature. But he was fed up being wise. It brought you nothing but trouble and sleepless days. Something had to be done or he would collapse from exhaustion.
The Colonel and Rackety Rook – Christine Findlay
The peace of a beautiful, Spring day in Beech Wood is suddenly broken by the arrival of Rackety Rook and his noisy gang, The Colonel has had enough. He needs a plan to shut these birds up. But how do you silence a choir of rooks?
The Colonel preened himself in the welcome sunshine of Blair Field. He stretched his wings wide to enjoy the delicious warmth. His feathers were looking decidedly shabby after a long, wet winter spent sheltering in Beech Wood. He was looking forward to his new spring colours appearing – rich sea-green and fiery-bronze. Oh, what a handsome pheasant he would be in his dazzling finery. Smack! Suddenly the Colonel felt himself being catapulted along the ground in a blur of sky and sun. A clamour of ear-piercing caws filled the air. Rackety Rook and his pals had arrived back at Beech Wood.