GUEST POST – MEMORIES FROM THE HEART BY HENRI CARTIER BROADWAY

Image by Christine Renney Memories we hold dear And the memories of a loved one lost We shall share Remembering as a child How she held you close The heartbeat of mother’s love Keeping away your fears The way she kissed your scraped knee The pain disappearing The way she wiped away your tears BringingContinue reading “GUEST POST – MEMORIES FROM THE HEART BY HENRI CARTIER BROADWAY”

THE INVESTIGATOR

Image by Christine Renney The Evidence Room is located in the bowels of the building.  In order to reach it the Investigator hasn’t any choice other than to make his way down.  The elevator at ground level goes up only and into the light, where there are windows and corners of sky and people workingContinue reading “THE INVESTIGATOR”

THE SEAMS

Image by Christine Renney I didn’t look like him, not really, although there were certain similarities I suppose. We shared a fairish complexion and were about the same height and build but that was it apart from the fact that we dressed alike and I thought this uncanny. We both favoured v-neck sweaters with aContinue reading “THE SEAMS”

GHOST LETTER 54

Image by Christine Renney It was just beginning to get light when I set out from the City and now it is almost dark. I have walked right through the daylight hours, from dawn to dusk. The road on my right as I walked was blurred and noisy, like an out of tune radio orContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 54”

THE LION’S DEN

Image by Christine Renney Mum owned a phonogram and A collection of 45’s Marty Wilde, Lonnie Donegan, Tommy Steele The Everly’s and a host of others Did battle and she danced Paul was crawling then and I ran amok My first playground And I added, with my feet, To the sound She would lift PaulContinue reading “THE LION’S DEN”

THE ERASER #3

Image by Christine Renney There were others. Other Erasers and occasionally their paths crossed. Tanner always attempted to keep his distance and this hadn’t proved so difficult because each worked alone, forbidden from sharing information or collaborating even when their cases were connected and the names linked. Tanner had always accepted this and never questionedContinue reading “THE ERASER #3”

RESTORATION

Image by Christine Renney The sitting room at the nursing home is always bright, even on the dullest of days, and yet the air hangs heavy and stale. Breathing it in, I remember his workshop with its heady aroma; the wood shavings and sawdust, the varnish brushes soaking in old jam jars filled with turpentine.Continue reading “RESTORATION”