A Coffee and A Rose – Peter Youell
I was once given the task of writing a story around the phrase. “The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.” In thirty minutes, I managed to write it in my almost undecipherable long hand in the allotted time. Over the years, and having had many a lonely coffee in small cafés, on rainy nights in Britain long ago, this story evolved. Of a father and daughter who lost one another, only to find one another unknowingly, and too late.
He stared out of the window. He saw the colours of the rainbow, as the light from the street lamp shone through the raindrops running down the windowpane. He looked down, and surveyed the cold dregs of his empty coffee cup. It was warm inside the café and he was reluctant to leave. The young woman at the counter paused in her wiping, and looked over at the solitary figure by the window table. Would he never leave, she wondered. She could see he had long finished his coffee, and she really would like to close up and go home. He looked very lonely. An unexplained sadness came over her.
A Rising Tide – Peter Youell
Over the last 3 Years Queensland Australia has suffered from severe floods. This story is woven around one the floods, and the people caught up in it.
“I’m not going!” Jenny said turning away from Cole, her red hair swirling around her shoulders. She liked him a lot but was not quite sure of her true feelings toward him; his English mannerisms clashed with her outback upbringing. How they managed to get along together was a mystery to her. “I am only thinking of your safety,” Cole said quietly. Jenny turned, “Are you?” “Yes, I am. At least your Mother and Father agreed it was safer to leave the farm. You know the weather bureau doesn’t issue storm and flood warnings for nothing.” His voice trailed away.
By My Side – Romance Collection
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By My Side brings you 20 of the best romantic stories from writers around the world.
Be transported to the past in the war-torn Three Months of Summer and back to the present in the gentle modern everyday situation of The Pool Doctor. Feel your heart racing through the ethical dilemmas in Would you Shoot Me? and the danger and drama of Run From the Sun.
These stories will transport you to a world of love and romance and leave you breathless. In far-away locations or in everyday situations there really is someone for everyone.
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Finding Lisa – Peter Youell
2100 words Ghost Story
While travelling in the Eastern Cape many years ago, I stayed overnight in the small town of Uniondale. It was here that I heard the story of the young woman that appears on the road into Uniondale, she sometime hitches a ride with motorist and then disappears. In 1968, a young couple travelling on Easter weekend were involved in a tragic car accident, some twenty kilometres from the town, the young woman died. The first recorded appearance of the young woman was on Easter weekend in 1976. The description of the woman matched that of the woman who died in the tragic accident in 1968. Needless to say I did not see her on my way into Uniondale. The story ‘Finding Lisa’ was created around the young woman who appears on the Uniondale road. Like Lisa I hope she finds what she is looking for.
It was evening as the ancient five-ton truck rounded the bend in the road. The driver quickly shifted into a lower gear, at the same time gunning the accelerator to keep the momentum going up the steep gradient. Stephen, a young man in his early twenties, did this run every month, selling an assortment of goods from his wholesale business to shops along the way. He was about to change gears again, when he became aware of the girl sitting in the passenger seat next to him. Her delicate profile silhouetted against the side window, as she looked straight ahead into the gathering dusk.
The Leopard’s Coat – Peter Youell
The inspiration for this story came from an incident that occurred many years ago, when on a lonely moon lit road in Africa a Leopard crossed my path, fortunately I was driving a motor vehicle. I remember vividly its snarling face staring at me through the window. Further, around a bend in the road, and in the glare of headlights a Duiker bounded across the road, I had in all probability interrupted the Leopards hunt.
The old prospector stopped talking. In the ensuing silence, the sounds of the African night pressed in from the blackness that surrounded the hotel veranda. Derek squirmed uncomfortably as trickles of sweat ran down his back, he reached for the beer at his side, and took a sip; it was warm and flat. The prospector looked up as a large moth dazed from its continual dashing at the only light on the veranda, fluttered onto the plank floor between them. “I’ll have another,” he said, holding up his empty glass. Derek gestured to the waiter lounging by the verandah rail, with a nod he disappeared. “You don’t believe a word do you,” the prospector grumbled.
The Third Cup – Peter Youell
Euthanasia and the consequences of such an act have been fiercely debated over the years. This story of a man and his wife who have to face the consequence of such an act, and how they eventually found happiness.
For a long time Gail and her friends had been curious about the man who had moved into the Old Mill house at the end of the village high street. The ceaseless gossip and speculation had brought no one any closer to knowing who he was, or where he had come from. Even the estate agent, who had sold the place, said he had just walked in, paid cash, signed the documents in the name of William Paige and walked out. A few days later he had moved in. Except for walking down to the village and purchasing his groceries, he kept very much to himself, shunning any overtures made.
Would You Shoot Me? – Peter Youell
2090 words Romance
They met when they were young he was only eighteen and doing his national service in The Palestine Police, she was a little older and was at the time a suspected terrorist.
This story is included in the collection By My Side
Amanda looked up from the photo album she was browsing through “How did your Mother and Father meet?” she asked, “It must have been very late in their lives.” “What makes you think so?” Brett, her husband asked, coming over from the dining room table where he had been working. “Well, look at this photo of them on their wedding day. They weren’t exactly young, were they?” Brett looked over her shoulder and stared at the photograph of his mother and father. “Well not really, sometimes couples don’t find themselves for a long time.”