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The Silent Highway

January 22, 2021March 17, 2017 by David Fernley

‘You can bugger off! I’m not getting out of here until you tell me what you did with it.’ Joey Garlick changed his stroke from breast to crawl and the world disappeared as he swam alone along the silent highway, half submerged in the water, Silent highway: Joey liked that phrase. Some journalist from the …

Edward and Edith Annie

February 10, 2017 by David Fernley

My parental grandparents, Edward and Edith Annie, lived all their married lives in the same two-up, two-down stone terraced cottage. As a young boy I spent most Saturday afternoons there and I found the house stifling and gloomy. The furniture was old, massy and dark-wooded; the household ran to the pace of the slow-ticking mahogany …

Jack

January 20, 2017 by David Fernley

‘Nobody’s been married longer than me. Nobody.’ Jack hit the bar of the Miners Arms with his open hand, sending bitter slopping over the top of his glass. He picked up the pint and drank half of it down without swallowing, while the other drinkers standing close by eyed him warily. They’d suffered his ‘marriage’ …

The Boy Who Nearly Kissed Her

December 30, 2016 by David Fernley

I was one inch away from my first kiss with Pauline Sidebottom when the police raided the party. If we hadn’t sat on the darkened stairway holding hands for nearly an hour we would have been alright. As it was our lips were so close and Pauline’s breath was misting my glasses when the constable kicked the door in. This was turning out to be some first date.

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