Kenny knew the answer to that one. An idiot is someone who you have placed in a situation they find difficult. Kenny had been an idiot when his wife had left him with a house and a garden and a dog, that all meant nothing to him without her. It had taken him a yearContinueContinue reading “What is an idiot?”
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Another Mikey
No, don’t worry, not another Mikey, just a moment to take a look at this one that has arrived, and her effect on our George. After a good days work, tidying up, and cleaning the shed, making it back into a summerhouse, as it was always meant to be, George had made – not goingContinueContinue reading “Another Mikey”
Mikey is put on hold
George was very excited about his trip, it would have been his first time in the hills as a writer. He was up in the tiny attic in the house on Queens Park getting his camping gear organised. He’d known that the access to the attic wasn’t safe, but as he was reversing out, he’dContinueContinue reading “Mikey is put on hold”
“Well, What do you think?”
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ NOTE THERE ARE ELEVEN CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS ONE Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ What do you think? Mikey knew what he thought alright, the place was a mess. The house that he remembered chasing Callum around all those years ago, looked like no one had been in itContinueContinue reading ““Well, What do you think?””
Chapter 1.1
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ NOTE THERE ARE ELEVEN CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS ONE Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ Arriving Callum found Mikey in the Islander’s bar, staring at a pint. They were pleased to see one another, and all the usual excited proclamations – on what had changed and what had not -ContinueContinue reading “Chapter 1.1”
Chapter 1
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ NOTE THERE ARE TEN CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS ONE Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ Mikey climbed down from the bus at Kyle of Lochalsh, looking around briefly to see who might be waiting, but remembering he’d never given Callum a time, he set off to see the bridge, theContinueContinue reading “Chapter 1”
Debs and George
It was Debs turn to cook, this meant that George got instruction, and the food was often a bit better, and there’d be more washing up. Lamb chops had arrived in the post from some exotic organic farm somewhere in Devon, where the little lambs were tucked up each night and read bed time stories,ContinueContinue reading “Debs and George”
Buchanan Street Bus Station
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ Buchanan Street Bus Station on a cold damp Glaswegian, November morning, after a long bus ride north, and Mikey had time to kill. Not time to catch up with old friends hereabouts, It was too early – but time to escape the fugContinueContinue reading “Buchanan Street Bus Station”
Dear Lora,
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ Or, if catching up, go here for chapter selection… https://schnark.home.blog/category/other-things/fiction/ Or in particular… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/21/dear-george/ Otherwise this will make no sense! Dear Lora, Dear big, strong, Catalan Lora, Thank you for your letters, I will treasure them as I treasure my memories of you, and the time we spent together. I was more aContinueContinue reading “Dear Lora,”
George was late
Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ Funny how it mattered to be late for an appointment with yourself. And to cap it off, he was here now, at his upstairs window, but wasn’t ready to say much. But then again, there were plenty of folk that never stop. He’d been thinking a lot about Mikey. He wasContinueContinue reading “George was late”
Debs
Anyone joining this story, please hit fiction in the top menu, and scroll down to “the man who wrote a true fiction” as there it all begins. Her name was Deborah, it never suited her. She met George at college in Newcastle way back in the 90’s, about the time that Jarvis Cocker was gettingContinueContinue reading “Debs”
George
George thought about his own times up in Lochaber, and around Glen Affric, and further south in Knoydart; he thought about the few people who lived there, and the people he’d met, in the bothies, or on the road, almost never on the hill, for the hills were big, and the paths ill defined soContinueContinue reading “George”
Dear George,
My name is Lora and I seen this coming. You found me in the Cafe in the train station, I been staying up Nevis with some friends, but they sickened and went home, and I not known what I do. I thinking you have a nice face, and you talking about all those walks, andContinueContinue reading “Dear George,”
Where to now?
George wasn’t sure what to do with Mikey. He was really pleased with him, he seemed to have dropped from the sky, almost fully formed, with a tiny bit of a back story, that could stay locked up for ever if it had to, or maybe…. well, it would be there if he needed it.ContinueContinue reading “Where to now?”
The man who wrote a real fiction
George realised that by giving his character a name that wasn’t his, he could easily open up a big space, he could stand back in safety and examine this new person. He decided to call him Mikey. No great thought went into it, George didn’t even know a Mikey, but somehow it was the firstContinueContinue reading “The man who wrote a real fiction”
The man who went to a zoom meeting
He had resisted this for a long time, this idea of connecting through a telly screen with a keyboard attached. One by one he had watched his neighbours succumb, he’d seen his boss who was perfectly capable of finding his way to his own garden gate, after only a few years of using satellite navigation,ContinueContinue reading “The man who went to a zoom meeting”
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