“IT’S MOVING, IT’S MOVING” shouted one of the teenagers. I… A… M… Suddenly the lights turned on. “Does anybody want some coffee? I know it’s late but I had some decaf.” Mom, always thoughtful, had brought the nightly brew. Sadly, with the lights on, what had been a proper seance room was … Read more
Pete Mueller, as he was then known, was not the first Irishman with two wives, nor the last, but certainly was the only one who claimed modesty out of respect for the Three Popes of 1378. Sick as the dogs in Westminster, he lay in bed, drinking whiskey from his mother’s spoon, procured and provided … Read more
Petey hadn’t seen his mother in such a long time that sometimes he found it hard to remember her. He remembered how she would snuggle with him, how she would kiss and hug him, and watch with pride as he played and slept. He missed that. Even though she was in the past, he still … Read more
One thing I was very wary about was the temperamental moods of Nature. Before leaving the nest for the first time, my mum had instructed me on flying head on into a steady stream of wind, one flick of a wing against it and I would be tumbled beak over toes. “Better to use … Read more
OAKWOOD FOREST, 1350. Like any right-minded boy of nine and a half, hadn’t Tom always dismissed the rumours as unbelievable? Too good to be true. “Stuff and nonsense,” his mother said firmly. “You are to ignore them.” “But what if they are true?” He’d asked her this more than once. “They are not true.” She … Read more