by Michael Bloor (first published in The Grey Sparrow Journal, 31st January 2023) Arthur Frankland was sick. In all his thirty-five years in the Home Office civil service, he’d never before been off work for more than a couple of days at a time. Now, he was suffering from psoriasis, chronic insomnia, acute anxiety, andContinue reading “The Innocent Accomplice”
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The Smoothing Stream
(first published in Literally Stories, 19th January 2023) by Michael Bloor After the cremation, I felt I had to get away. I found a Perthshire country house hotel on the internet, situated in one of those mysterious winding glens that end abruptly in a wall of rock. The hotel advertised itself as ‘a mecca forContinue reading “The Smoothing Stream”
May, 1967
by Michael Bloor (first published in The Potato Soup Journal, 6th December, 2022) I’m 75 years old and, at the time of writing (October 2022), President Putin is threatening a nuclear war, my boiler is misbehaving, and governmental fiscal foolishness is knocking a big hole in my pension pot. So why am I so bloodyContinue reading “May, 1967”
An Historical Footnote
by Michael Bloor (first published in Literally Stories, 28/11/22) A while back, I was reading an account, by the poet and journalist James Fenton, of the fall of Saigon (aka Ho Chi Minh City) in 1975*. In the middle of the despairing mob outside the US Embassy, begging to be evacuated, as the last ofContinue reading “An Historical Footnote”
Double Dating
by Michael Bloor (first published in Free Flash Fiction 26/11/22) My walk took me into the old quarry by the east bank of the Allanwater, a pleasant, sheltered place on a windy autumn day – my usual stopping place to eat my lunch (on this occasion, a small pork pie and a banana). I wasContinue reading “Double Dating”
Midhowe Chambered Cairn
(first published in The Drabble, November 16th, 2022) By Michael Bloor On the small Isle of Rousay in the Orkneys, there lies a great chambered tomb. Five thousand and four hundred years ago, the farmers and the fisherfolk of the island laboured over many years building the tomb, the better to house and honour theirContinue reading “Midhowe Chambered Cairn”
The Laird of Balwearie
by Michael Bloor (first published in Literally Stories, 20th October 2022) I was visiting Fraser, an old friend, in Fife. It was one of those fine, dry, crisp, cold days that you often find in Scotland in February and we took a walk out into the countryside. Fraser pointed out a ruined tower in theContinue reading “The Laird of Balwearie”
Citizen Wyckam-Smith
by Michael Bloor (first published in Literally Stories, 27/09/22) Have you ever ordered a DVD of an old film that, once upon a time, you thought was wonderful (back when you were at an impressionable age, say, between the ages of 15 and 25)? And when you settled down to watch it, accompanied by aContinue reading “Citizen Wyckam-Smith”
Earwigging
by Michael Bloor (first published in Scribble, No.95, Autumn 2022) The minister, the Reverend Donald MacAlistair, left the Health Centre with a spring in his step. He’d attended for his annual check-up, a service the centre offered to all their over-65s. His blood pressure had reduced since last year and he’d lost half a stoneContinue reading “Earwigging”
The Wisdom of Work Placements
By Michael Bloor (first published in Free Flash Fiction, 24th of August, 2022) I read somewhere that cats live in the ‘eternal present,’ which is why they never express gratitude, only pleasure. This strikes me as a pretty good life-principle: okay, gratitude goes out the window, but we could also say goodbye to regret, disappointment,Continue reading “The Wisdom of Work Placements”