Herewith the first chapter of the new adventure in the OCIU series. This is still very much a 'work in progress' so don't know how often chapters will be posted. Anyway feel free to feedback on it.
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Five O'Clock Shadow - short story
Carrie is a bag lady and a regular fixture on the high street. But she has a secret from her past that haunts her. When she finds the entrance to a building site open and wanders in suddenly her inner turmoil finds a stage upon which is can play it self out to a possible resolution. But will Carrie be able to face up to her past?
Click on the document below for this 2000 word short story from Jamie Gregory.
PUELLA
Six pomegranate seeds old Hades gave,
To fresh-faced Kore so she would stay,
Her mother mourned for her to have,
But neither in the end could have their way.
The mermaid’s kiss her man beguiles,
Her pyrrhic face her silent charm,
He hopes to live in land-locked lives,
But she heeds the call of the trident arm.
Within the walls of her garden keep,
The apple trees and the honey bee,
The centre piece a well so deep,
Sinks further than distant memory.
She bestrides the Libran equinox,
Ruddy face set against the day,
She even turns back all the clocks,
Transforming skies from blue to grey.
A Walk on the Wild Side
Herewith an article reprint of an early essay posted on Phil Hine's website (I've been away and am short of new material to post at the moment - so bear with me please!).











