Author Archives: Malcolm Henshall

She sits and looks at her child, looks with love at her child, disabled. The Mother, single, looks through laughter, then through tears. She, the one who cares. She, the one who fears. Why the fears? Because she, alone, looks … Continue reading →

You pass a woman in the street, not a second glance given, so ordinary, nothing special, But, she is a nurse, saves lives, comforts the dying. She is phenomenal. Look at her over there, dressed smartly, but no different to … Continue reading →

“You’re an angle,” the drunken man said at 3.30am, in A&E. “An angle?” the nurse replied. “You’re an angel, an angel” he slurred “Don’t suppose angels have to use food banks,” she muttered. “I clapped for you,” he said “Well … Continue reading →

If only some of the past was a foreign country. Remember that teacher that ridiculed you 60 years ago? The scars as familiar as the London streets you walked back then. No map needed to traverse the route that took … Continue reading →

‘There’s small choice in rotten apples’, he quoted, as he sank his teeth into the Pink Lady. The sign had declared, ‘Choice Apples’. But why, he thought, as his tongue found the worm hidden within, had he chosen this one. … Continue reading →

Can you help me? Certainly sir I need something to be furious about Well as you can see on the shelves there’s plenty to choose from, sir. Yes, you always have a good selection at ‘Fury-R-Us’. Let me see, Brexit, … Continue reading →

He was Spanish, the man who served our breakfast. He looked cool, in a cool café. Designer stubble, Baseball hat backwards on his head. We found he was to cycle 500 miles for cancer research The Indian family outside the … Continue reading →

Your eyes sparkle like Spangles. When life is anything but a Picnic you are my Turkish Delight. To see you is a Treat. I know some times I come across as a Smartie pants, but you will always Boost my … Continue reading →

I am 45, ride a pushbike, wear a gabardine raincoat, belonged to my Dad, never washed. I live with my mum over the fish and chip shop. Like the batter on the haddock my mother’s love clings to me, dripping … Continue reading →

I am a man I am a man I am a man born of a woman who was fit and healthy I am a man born of a woman who had an unseen virus I am a man whose father … Continue reading →