It wasn’t her fault; Ted knew that. After all, Lilly was the love of his life. In times past, Ted had grumped at her; smothered him with love, she did. But they’d been good times. Often it seemed like seventy years marriage had passed by in a flash. Lilly; sweet innocent Lilly. She hadn’t alwaysContinue reading “Six weeks (end of life)”
Tag Archives: trishpalmerwrites
The Pawn (Humor)
This is for the conspiracy theorists….. The pawn I am a pawn on the chessboard of life. My moves are pre-ordained. I have no defense against the Important pieces. They have special names and do fancy moves, yet even they are confined by rules. As a pawn, I move resolutely forward, one step at aContinue reading “The Pawn (Humor)”
The box (humor)
Everything was crackling, renewing after the bleakness of winter. Spring’s promise can be quite invigorating, in unexpected ways. We were old back then. Who knew we would still be here twenty years later. It’s a good thing that we broke the rules. Twenty years… such a long time. When we became grandparents, about the sameContinue reading “The box (humor)”
The waiting room (Humor)
Dentist’s waiting rooms grind my nerves. No matter how sparkling the receptionist, how beaming the flowers, how enlightening the magazines, I wait with taut stomach, clenched jaw, and sweaty brow. Behind double doors, a drill bores it’s victim’s tooth. I feel the pain, hear the silent screams, and sympathize with the patients rapidly rinsing wallet.Continue reading “The waiting room (Humor)”
Wilfred (humor?)
Wilfred tip-toed along the hallway, until marital guilt forced a heel to grumble the floorboards. He shrank from the barks which would inevitably ejaculate out of his wife’s cormorant boudoir. That woman directed his life, empowered by the gold ring he’d emasculated himself with two relentless decades ago. Wilfred had weathered her ever-accelerating decline into self-inflictedContinue reading “Wilfred (humor?)”
Seize the day
Brian remembered a time when greeting the day was a thing; being bounced awake by young bodies, then soothed with warm coffee and warmer kisses. Now, only silent bedroom walls watched as he rose from rumpled sheets which gave little sign he’d not slept alone. At breakfast, he obediently chewed his way through fruit-flavoured cardboard,Continue reading “Seize the day”
Mrs Collin’s storm (references murder, abuse)
Mrs Collins? – Yes. (Pull the shawl closer, don’t let this copper see.) I’m sorry for your loss. – Thank you (Which loss? My dignity, my freedom, my life?) My apologies but there’s just a couple of questions. – Of course. When did you find your husband? – When I opened the lounge curtain, IContinue reading “Mrs Collin’s storm (references murder, abuse)”
Book release! :)
Check it out! ‘Knock Knock: Confessions of a Kiwi Interviewer.’ Knock Knock contains extraordinary stories from many years spent conducting interviews. This is the world of the dreaded door-knock from the other side of the door. Trish Palmer has been working as an interviewer and area manager for market research companies for over 20 years,Continue reading “Book release! :)”
Ten cents
My foot disturbed something in the grass. Bending over, I instructed my fingers to find it; bring it into my field of sight. they took their time, fumbling around and refusing to work together. Feeling it’s shape, I knew what it was even before they finally showed it; a ten cent piece. Once treasure, nowContinue reading “Ten cents”
Getting remembered (humor)
Phoebe wasn’t mad; the certificate proved it. Yet this day would see her do the maddest thing possible. Her friends and family would ever-more remember her as that woman who… never mind. She dressed carefully; presentation was everything. To pull this off she’d need to be on top of her game, instinct aided by senses onContinue reading “Getting remembered (humor)”
Stories for you - Enjoy! 