Author: Thomas Kelly

It was barely dawn when the drink-tired Colonel awoke. It must have been the wind he thought. Through the trees, he heard it gathering strength and then rushing like a torrent past the dry jacaranda leaves that were barely clinging to hard branches. The wind would herald the start of the monsoon season. He could…

Lombard and Fenchurch, The Post Office Court Warburgs and Barclays, they all came to nought. Butler’s Head, Jamaica Inn, Simpsons, George and Vulture Raffles, The Antelope, Number 19, Whiteleys and Hair Sculpture. Honda 70, BSA B50, Ford Escort, Golf and Passat Henrietta, Carol, Rich Anthony, Poor Anthony, David Lavers and all that. Sutherland Place, Lesser…

I am your father. Those four words, made from thirteen letters can be powerful, destructive or empathetic when said together or individually. They can be spoken in anger, a last resort, a statement of ‘I know best’ before you are sent to your room with our eyes not meeting. Or whispered with love as last…

I left instructions for you to read this when you are fifteen, but only if I did not come home. That day has come, and although we die alone, I am not frightened as I am with men who I would carry through hell, give my blood for and never leave behind. I have failed…

She was aware that through her eye-shades which were too tight around her head that the cabin lights were changing from dim to an early morning white bright. She had slept rather well cradled in the soft but overly washed sheets and the embroidered snug-wear for the BA0199 flight to Mumbai. She wished there had…

The room was full of false noises and chatter. The cocktails flowed and were too warm. Naval officers in tropical dress-whites looked tired and worn from seeing and participating in so much horror. Gladys stood still, thinking and feeling so alone. She was among men who were among their ghosts. She moved out to the…

Ram Ram, or to give him his full name Ramanujam Navalpakkam Rangaswamy had already started at the bank when I arrived. He was a thin, quiet, courteous and deliriously polite man whose sole task was to analyse the Indian stock market for me. He had been given an office with no windows, no pictures and…

This telegram was received by my step great-grandfather in July 1927. In many ways this is an early tweet and the 19 words made me think. What did The King want, and using some poetic licence I have tried to describe two men and their memories. The King had abandoned the Tsar in 1917. Diggle…

7th September 1940 I write this in pencil on thick khaki paper So I would not forget later My fear as the bombing started. And walking slowly in a crocodile to our cellar School friends for ever We were never parted.   10th September 1940. It could not be true; So I put my hand…

Chapter 2 This chapter was written by my friend Sarah who is on my writing course and the exercise was to compose a story between us.  Suddenly, her phone blurted out, “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go”. Why was her alarm assaulting her in the middle of the night? Disorientated, she fumbled the noise away…