by brian | Jan 27, 2026 | Uncategorized
The bench was situated under the giant mobile phone mast My thrice daily walk took me around the village. I never tired of the traditional Breton architecture, from the imposing church and its enclosure or “clos,” to the tiny two roomed cottage that the...
by brian | Jan 12, 2026 | Uncategorized
…As he spoke, the crow crouched briefly and launched itself, wings spread, towards the window. It landed on the small ledge outside the window and glared at the two men with one of its onyx eyes. Tony was frozen to the spot as the bird almost curtsied and stretched...
by brian | Dec 6, 2025 | Uncategorized
My name is Fallubah and I lived on an island. Not one surrounded by sea, nor in the middle of a lake. No, my island was surrounded by traffic. Cars, buses, taxis and lorries circled us day and night like a siege army. This was my temporary home, one of many I have had...
by scatterbrianblogs | Mar 12, 2021 | Uncategorized
He picked up the small goat that was standing at his feet “This is not goodbye, it’s the start of countdown”, she said softly, pulling up the mask over her exquisite features. Her dark brown eyes held me tight, intensified by the absence of the rest...
by scatterbrianblogs | Jul 20, 2020 | Uncategorized
The young woman handed the tiny red book to her husband, as if she was presenting him with a precious gift. Taking it from her, Lachlan opened the nondescript little publication; one of many they had acquired on the island of Samoa and definitely not one of the better...
by scatterbrianblogs | Jul 15, 2020 | Uncategorized
the young woman leaned over to the pile of old books near Lachlan and pulled out the very publication they had unearthed on the island of Samoa. The tiny gold carriage clock on the counter sang out a single high pitched ring to welcome the hour. Six am, three hours...
