Author Archives: Terry Wassall

The Gust of Wind

                          The wind of change came as a gentle breeze. No one seemed to notice the darkening clouds gathering in the East, threatening the day. Then the shutters … Continue reading

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Dwelling in the past brings solace and rest

Dwelling in the past brings solace and rest, The days of youth and deeds of derring do, Source of consolations for the final test. Memories of old friends, times of the best Such wonderful mates, so solid and true. Dwelling … Continue reading

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En-suite

This piece was written for a reading at the Headingley Literature Festival presented by the HEART reading group in March 2020. The theme of the readings was sanctuary. Lenny felt safe at last. He’d been shown to a decent cell … Continue reading

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The Great Mystico

This was written in June 2019 as an exercise to write a piece, about 400 words, incorporating the following words: bit, draw, flex, perilous, bubble, corner, rancid, pound, high, open. Arthur Dodds sat slumped in a grubby armchair in the … Continue reading

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