Peter Richardson

It’s not as easy as it looks. I grab the bale and lift. The trailer is only a few steps away but the weight of the straw makes me stagger before I get there. This is just the first layer. Once we get these bales on we’ll then have to lift the next ones even […]

Splitting Axe: Has a sharp, tapered head that is easily able to cut into logs. Splits along the grain. Good for making kindling. Austin tensed as Michael got into bed. He hoped that Michael would keep to his half. He wasn’t in the mood to be touched. He didn’t really want to be in the […]

I didn’t know he was dead when I agreed to do it. Timothy wasn’t answering Sally’s calls and she needed a stand in. It was an easy job. I joined the bus queue and when the bus arrived I shouted that the bus was going to crash and no one should get on. Sally was […]

I drop a circle on a map that centres on Bagby fields. I’ve never heard of it – despite living within two miles for over thirty years. A quick internet search tells me nothing except its name and location – the two things I’d already discovered from my Leeds map. Bagby Fields will remain a […]

About forty years ago. I had a holiday hitch-hiking around Ireland. It took me hours to get a lift out of Dublin – but that was the exception. For the rest of the trip I got a lift within an hour and sometimes I’d get out of one car and the very next one would […]

‘I got the gig. At Comedy Queens.’ ‘That’s fantastic Ryan. So why the worried look?’ ‘It’s on Friday. I’m not sure I’m ready.’ ‘Honestly darling. You’ll smash it.’ ‘Hrmm.’ ‘Come on. You’ve already done what? Ten gigs? More?’ ‘Yeah, but this is the first real one. Open mic gigs don’t count. Anybody can stand up […]

The storm started at sea. A little wind, lifting a little wave. Unnoticed. Unremarkable. Dave couldn’t find his other sock. Couldn’t find any of his other socks. He held at least ten socks in his hand and not a single one was part of a pair. Yesterday’s socks lay on the floor. He couldn’t decide […]

Martin couldn’t believe he’d found it. Here in his own town, squashed between a baker and a bank. He watched from across the street as the man behind the counter returned a pair of shoes with new soles to a customer. The man looked quite ordinary. Well dressed in a colourful striped shirt with a […]