Friday, 24 July 2015

Another last snippet before publication

I've finally finished my story collection and if I finish work at any time during the next week I'm going to publish.

   Here's one more snippet before I discover if I've done all required to make the images appear correctly.

Driving me even more insane

In my (military) life I’ve been shot at by numerous people - one of whom was on my own side. Another inconsiderate little sod once lobbed a petrol bomb at me, and there were certain parts of certain countries in the mid seventies where my life would have been over in a second had I been even a little careless.
I’ve been in three helicopter crashes and once found myself at five hundred feet with an extremely uncooperative parachute. Scared? Yes.
But I’ve now discovered a new type of terror; an interpretation for the word of which I was not previously aware.
I’ve just begun giving my daughter driving lessons.
‘Stop, Stop, Stop STOP!!!’  You’d have thought the first might have worked, or at least filtered through as forty tons of hurtling death in the form of a MacDonald’s truck headed towards us, on the wrong side of the road. Actually he was on the correct side of the road - we weren’t.
I almost wrenched the handbrake out of the floor twice and I’m convinced that under the passenger doormat there’s a deep hole where my feverishly stamping foot tried unsuccessfully to brake for her as my heart attempted to claw its way out of my chest before the impact. It’s six hours later and my heart still hasn’t dropped below one hundred and fifty beats per second.
I don’t know if I can survive another outing. In fact I’m toying with the idea of fire-bombing the car in the middle of the night and then be really shocked and upset tomorrow as she inspects the charred shell.


  1. Loved it. You have a knack for story telling.

  2. Thanks, there are a lot more in the collection, and she is not happy.