Other Fiction – Page 6 – The D/A Dialogues

Claude, Part 4: A New Beginning

D: It’s over? A: Well, my part in Claude’s story is over. D: Well, I suppose. . . A: No. D: What?! A: I am not getting you a pocket pet. D: Can I get a baying wolfhound then? A: No! D: A, everyone knows a boy needs a dog. If not for me, thenContinue reading “Claude, Part 4: A New Beginning”

My Dearest Love

D: A love story, how sweet. A: It is sweet, D. And one day I may actually get to tell the whole thing. D: This story has been rambling about up here for a while – Evie and I are good chums. The second story is loosely based on your grandparents, yes? A: Where areContinue reading “My Dearest Love”

Claude, Part 3: A Choice

A: D – are you OK, D? D: (Sniff). Fine, A. Why do you ask? A: Well, the tissues are a dead giveaway. Gotta cold? D: (Sniff, Snerf, Blooowwww). No-I mean, yes, A, I do. A: I always wondered how you deal with modern germs. D: A, this is not the time for your ponderingsContinue reading “Claude, Part 3: A Choice”

Claude, Part 2: Escape

A: Here it is, Part 2! D: Cute pup. My hounds would have had him for breakfast. A: Not so fast, D. Claude is on his way to being an angel. I have a feeling he would have stuck in your hounds’ throat. D: Possibly. Although, I impersonated a god and that never stopped peopleContinue reading “Claude, Part 2: Escape”

Claude – A Life in Four Parts

A: Alright, D – I’m just warning you now, this is in no way related to you. You’re not in the story, so you can stop berating me now, ‘kay? D: What do you mean, A? A: It’s about Claude the dog. He was a character in 24 Hours, a lovely little story written inContinue reading “Claude – A Life in Four Parts”

Out of Time: The Race

A: Hey, D – Look at what we did! D: And this is. . . ? A: Our short story on The Community Storyboard! It’s a deleted scene from my book. D: Am I in it? A: Well . . . you’re mentioned. D: . . . A: It totally counts, Druid. This Community StoryboardContinue reading “Out of Time: The Race”

Bits and bobs

“. . . And you, love, what do you do?” Maureen stared at Jenny Mallory – Mrs. Mallory to her and Sean – barely comprehending the question. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to be polite. It was only ten in the morning, but it has already been a long day. “I mean lass,Continue reading “Bits and bobs”