A Killie Fan’s Christmas Tale
Hearing the whisper of the raindrops on the study’s skylight, Stuart Henshaw swivelled round in his writer’s black leather chair, tilted back, […]
Category: Prose
When the Saints beat the Devils
Five-foot one, flabby bum, Bobby Stokes is on the run! Southampton from Division Two have beaten the odds-on favourites, the best team […]
Creative Writing / Prose / Prose and Poems / Race / Race Report / Travel
Run With Toon
I stumbled out of the taxi in the heart of Chiang Rai city. I had reached my destination, the Nak Nakara Hotel. […]
Nicaragua-Books Not Bombs
Lucky me. I’d bought a raffle ticket at a meeting held in a draughty old Edinburgh school, on a cold dark night […]
Elvis Presley in Prestwick
As the noise of the DC-7 engines died, I could hear the high-pitch sound of screaming teenagers outside the aircraft door. I […]
Black Lives Mattered to David Dale
Stewarton’s most famous son, David Dale was a leading Scottish industrialist, merchant, and philanthropist. An excellent book entitled David Dale, A Life […]
Steward’s Enquiry
Rod slightly strains his neck as he stares up at the screen in the corner of the bookmakers’ shop. He doesn’t want […]
Last Train?
A forsaken copy of the Racing Post brushed against his size 12 black brogue shoes as it made its way along the […]
Hell’s Lift, I’ve Written a Play
I’ve been participating in a playwriting course entitled Street to Stage and I’m pleased to have written my first short play, I’m […]
Tea Time in Stewarton
My father sat there on ‘his chair’ next to the smouldering fire of ‘coal’ briquettes, his eyes fixed on the Saturday afternoon […]
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Tagged 1970s, Christmas, Fiction, Killie, kilmarnock