Eddie Thomas’s Coffee Shop
Tea and Toast from the glorious world of George Bernard Adley. You should understand, dear reader, that when Lily comes sailing into my print shop with the words “Georgie, we need to talk,” you may stake your last shilling on the fact that this is not a matter of idle…
Cathryn the Magnificent
A piece of flash fiction By Brighham Whitmore There are two things in this life which I hold in the highest possible esteem, and I am not ashamed to say so. The first is a rasher or three of good English bacon, properly attended to in a cast-iron pan, with a spoonful…
The Christian and the horror genre
A most bizarre event took place some time ago. A man, acquainted with me and religious in every sense, read a portion of the first novel I wrote and asked me how I can write such books and at the same time call myself a Christian. The man was quite upset and moved,…
Die X-Files
Dit was nou die keer toe Gertjie besluit het om ‘n nuwe rigting in te slaan. Om dit nou mooi te stel, Gertjie, skaars drie-en-twintig jaar op moeder aarde, het maar in hierdie klein dorpie van ons groot geword. En almal hierdie kant van die kerktoring weet dat in…
Ivory on a Cut-Throat
Oftentimes, it is the man, whom life has crushed beyond what the human heart can take, who stands firm in that solid character, higher moral ground and strength, who has more than once saved humanity.
Old friends
Cry, cry, you violin of old cry for these two souls sold old friends you and I and together we watch them go by once, their love, worth more than gold more than lovers, they too were friends of old deeper than the fleeting feeling of…
Impossible to separate
Her curse was her beauty. She was more beautiful than all the girls in the village, so she naturally attracted all of the available men, rich and poor, strong and weak, short and tall, handsome and cruel.
Coffee cups
There are just certain things in life a man needs to hide. Especially in this part of the Eastern Free State. For instance, your neighbour’s cattle, that incidentally came strolling onto your farm as a result of a broken fence down by the poort. Or perhaps the…