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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”

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”

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,”

Preparation

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/ Mikey decided to let his flat go. He didn’t know how long he’d be away, but he didn’t like the responsibility of an empty flat; the boiler, the plumbing, the roof, the windows… It was an old building, and there were anyContinueContinue reading “Preparation”

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”