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, […]
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 […]
Run With Toon
I stumbled out of the taxi in the heart of Chiang Rai city. I had reached my destination, the Nak […]
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 […]
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 […]
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, […]
Steward’s Enquiry
Rod slightly strains his neck as he stares up at the screen in the corner of the bookmakers’ shop. He […]
Last Train?
A forsaken copy of the Racing Post brushed against his size 12 black brogue shoes as it made its way […]
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 […]
Tea Time in Stewarton
My father sat there on ‘his chair’ next to the smouldering fire of ‘coal’ briquettes, his eyes fixed on the […]