The Scribblers

Sunshine, 8am, Pacific Coast Highway underpass-I am out for a walk in Santa Monica minding my own. I come up from the underpass on the beach side of the busy road head back towards the town along a good cycle and walking path. No more than 30 metres from the road and my ears are filled with sirens from 8 black/ white police cars escorting a vehicle through the traffic on the highway. From my morning mental haze I click into realising this is probably President Moron. I may be wrong but I take a cowardly, futile and somewhat distant guesture by raising my right hand and one digit ( I'm not stating which one) in the direction of the escorted vehicle. The darkened glass reveals only shapes not faces. Nobody saw me and no effect was caused but my tiny mind had a tiny moment of tiny accomplishment. I turned to walk on and noticed a homeless man asleep on a beach bench oblivious to the world. Then within seconds a sports lycra cyclist wizzed by at speed it's rider sporting a huge and

New short story by Denise! The Pedlar Boy    by Denise Smithers This was published in Southlight 24, Scotland in the Autumn of 2018. Click here or go to Denise's page!

My Vista Go to Paul's page or click  here  for a new poem from Paul

Paco and Isabella Go to Fred's page or click here for a new short from Fred

I watched the swallows circle and dart against the blue on the Spanish hillside above your home I think they were packing to leave I thought of you leaving too And I couldn't help feeling that A frica is South.... Denise Smithers

These were the brightest stars he had ever seen. There was no doubt in his mind. He strained his neck backward to take in as much sky as he could. It was a velvet and cloudless expanse punctuated by pinpricks of silver lights and a yellowish quarter moon. He looked  up with unaccustomed awe. And then he smiled a foolish smile. They were the same stars he had always looked up at. Of course, they were. But they had never shone with such intensity as they did on this balmy Spanish night. He took it as a good sign; the first for a long time. Paul Dolman