A Letter to Barbara – Roger Noons
1150 words General Fiction
A man writes of his infidelity in a letter to his wife.
It was just after four o’ clock in the afternoon when I went into the study. A shaft of sunlight slanted through the French windows, missing the desk, but highlighting my favoured leather armchair. I switched on the CD player and selected Elgar, the Cello Concerto played by Casals. The melody always consoled me when I was feeling sad. I sat at the desk, selected a sheet of ivory notepaper and picked up my favourite pen. After gazing briefly through the window and relishing the shimmer of the flowering Magnolia stellata, I began to write.
A Rough Game – Roger Noons
1140 words General Fiction
Set in the 1950s, an experience which changed the life of a teenage boy.
The dirt sat on the privet hedge like dark grey snow. There was enough lead in the dust on the window sill of the house to kill a dozen babies. A continuous presence of coal smoke meant that in the winter it was dark by three o clock in the afternoon. That was the way it was in the Black Country in the 1950s. People went out and left their doors unlocked .There was no fear of theft. No one owned anything worth stealing, except perhaps that week’s rent which was left either behind the clock, or in the biscuit barrel, on the sideboard. The rent collector usually came on a Friday teatime, after all Friday was pay day.
Brain Storm – Roger Noons
3000 words General Fiction / Crime
An episode in the life of a petty criminal with its ups and downs.
Derry Brain or Mindless, as he was known among the regulars at The Green Dragon; sat on his usual bar stool. He was scanning the results of the previous evening’s football matches, the remnants of a pint of Old Peculiar within easy reach of his right hand. He looked up. “Hello love,” he said to Sally, the landlord’s daughter, as she passed through the saloon bar. “Alright?” But she was gone. He thought about going out the back for a smoke until he saw the raindrops on the window panes. “I might as well give up,” he said out loud, although there was no-one within hearing distance.
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.
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Costa Magica – Roger Noons
2600 words Romance / Humour
A holiday romance develops with both parties seeking to achieve their secret desires.
This story is included in the collection By My Side
“Cleavage.” “I beg your pardon?” “Ten across, cleavage, and from where I’m standing the answer to eleven across should be, ‘very nice.’” Having written in the answer, Alice looked up. He was tall, very tall; he seemed to go on forever, until her eyes arrived at the top of his totally bald head. When she lowered her gaze, she realised that he was wearing old fashioned, baggy shorts; certainly not the type suitable for swimming. “Thank you,” she said and referred again to the magazine in which was the crossword puzzle that was helping her to pass the morning by the pool at the Hotel Miramar. She tapped her biro against her front teeth.
Dewey Frome – Roger Noons
2000 words General Fiction
A man suffers as a result of the loss of his partner, without explanation. A visitor appears who is able to offer an explanation which seems to improve the situation.
Dewey Frome sat in the armchair which over more than thirty years, had moulded to his body. The high-backed, brown leather, wing chair, was in the corner of his sitting room, furthest from the window. Dewey had no use for the light which penetrated the double-glazed panes. Just over two years previously, Dewey’s partner of more than twenty years, had walked out. Dewey cried for a little over two hours; when the tears ceased, he found that he could not see. He had never heard anything of, or from Murray, since that fateful Tuesday.
Endings and Beginnings – Roger Noons
2350 words Teen / General Fiction
Going back rarely achieves anything other than explanation and clarification.
“Good morning.” “Hiya,” said the bearded, shirtless young man, eager to rest from digging the front garden. “Does Annie Haden still live here?” I asked. “She did ‘til two months ago, she passed away.” “Oh, I’m saddened to hear that,” I added and meant it. “Are you a neighbour?” “No, I don’t live around here,” I explained. “I knew her years ago; I went to school with her daughter, Janet.” “That’s my mum,” he said. “And how is she, your mum?” I asked, smiling. His face grew dark. “She died as well. They were together in a car accident. Mum was taking gran to the opticians. They were hit by an artic. It was in all the local papers.”
Going Back – Roger Noons
4000 words General Fiction
It is often said one should never return, but sometimes it might just work out.
“Age?” “Sixty nine.” “Do you wish to declare any health problems or conditions?” “No need,” I said. “My GP’s just given me a clean bill of health.” “If there’s something you do not declare and you are ill while you’re away, they will not pay.” “Would you like me to make up something?” “No, but …” “You’ve booked my trip and you have the commission from that, I don’t have to buy the insurance from you, I can …” “I’m sorry Mr. Nelson, but I have to fill in the form, it says here …” As he walked back to his car, he thought he should have done it over the phone, but it would have been just as much a palaver.
Harry Morris – Roger Noons
An octogenarian and his two pals, despite living in a Rest Home, show that they still have some memory of and ability in relation to, their war time activities
The first day I entered Beechwood House, I was nervous. In fact I was frightened to death. “Come along Mr. Morris, you’ll be fine,” Matron said. “Come and sit by Reg and we’ll fetch you a cup of tea.” I nodded to a slightly-built, almost totally-bald man as I lowered myself into an adjoining armchair. “How do,” he said and smiled. “What do they call you?” “Harry,” I said. “I’m Harry Morris.” “Would you like a mint, Harry?” He proffered a wrapped sweet in the palm of his hand. “I suck these ’cos I break wind a lot and they make it smell better.”
Italian Regrets – Roger Noons
3000 words General Fiction
Following a man’s death his son sets out to carry out his final wish, which means a journey to Italy and the past.
When Alan saw his father, he was shocked. He would not have believed the change which had occurred during the past six days. The old man’s skin was grey and his eyes sunken. His breathing was intermittent and he was panting rather than inhaling and exhaling rhythmically. His hands were laid on top of the sheet and twitching uncontrollably. Alan drew up a chair and took his father’s right hand in his own. He leaned forward. “Hello dad,” he whispered. “It’s Alan, can you hear me.”
Lakeside – Roger Noons
2900 words General Fiction
Retirement, escape to a rural hideaway, take up writing? It doesn’t turn out the way one might expect.
The birds told me of the coming change in the weather, when they fell silent. The stillness alerted me, and when I looked to the west, I saw how the clouds were building; solidifying; the greyness deepening and darkening, bruising the cream sky. The wind speed was increasing, and saplings began to dance like a chorus in Petruchka. Two weeks of gentle, settled conditions, had lulled me into thinking that peace had arrived and summer had pushed its feet well under the table. I had got the house as I desired; the winter’s damage repaired and new lanterns had been wired and were working. I had even sketched out my plans for the orchard, the greenhouses and flower beds.
Marriage Vows – Roger Noons
1000 words General / Humour
How long lasting is a marriage, when both partners are in their seventies?
It was sunny and the birds were singing heartily as the guests arrived at the small country church on that June morning. The wedding was not to be traditional as both Chloe and Maurice had each been separately married for many years. In their early sixties, their spouses had died and now in their seventies, they had decided to marry and live together. It was said ‘in companionship’, for hopefully some years to come.
Meeting Sir Michael – Roger Noons
1150 words Teen / Feel Good
A teenager receives an interview/audition with a piano virtuoso, an unusual character, but having an agreeable outcome.
I stepped through a small wooden doorway onto a winding path, leading through an archway into the silent courtyard of a Georgian mansion. I clutched my letter of introduction in my right hand. In my left, I tightly gripped my music case; the grasp so tense that I felt the cramps in my forearm. I paused before the ornate door, searching for a bell or a knocker. As I began to panic, the door opened inwards. “Master Williams?” I nodded. “Please come in, sir, you are most welcome. The maestro is waiting.” I entered and the door closed behind me.
Misconnection – Roger Noons
2400 words General Fiction
Do two and two always make five, or is it sometimes four?
As the train pulled into the station, and Marion saw the mass of people on the platform, she was glad that she had boarded further up the line. She gazed back at her book, but found concentration difficult, mainly because the man sitting opposite insisted on speaking loudly into his mobile phone. His fellow travellers were being disturbed by his boring voice saying inconsequential things. “I told CJ that it wouldn’t work, but did he heed my warning? … What? … Of course not. It’s a waste of time, you may as well address a brick wall … He told you what?”
Miss Marsh – Roger Noons
2250 wrods General FIction / Feel Good
A man’s recollection of an experience when as a boy, he was treated to an exciting adventure. The outcome is still with him.
My first encounter with the lady, who had recently moved into number 147 King Street, was three days after I had returned to school, at the beginning of September. I over enthusiastically launched my football into the air, and it not only flew over the wall into Mrs. Willets’ garden, but after bouncing twice, sped over the hedge into that belonging to Miss Marsh. When I reported the matter to my mother, she said. “You’ll just have to go and fetch it, be polite and say you’re sorry.”
Youthful Enterprise – Roger Noons
3800 words Teen / Historical
Set in the 1950’s, we find out how a teenage boy is inspired to earn money so he can contribute towards the cost of a new bicycle.
“Colin’s got a new bike.” “Oh yes.” “It’s maroon, with dropped handlebars.” Rob’s mother looked him in the eye, her head on one side. “Has he had a birthday then?” “No, his Gran died and left his dad a lot of money.” “She always looked like she didn’t have two halfpennies to rub together.” “Well, she left over two hundred pounds. His dad’s had a new bike as well, and he’s going to extend his pigeon house.” “I think it’s called a loft, Rob.”