We seldom went into the big field across the road from our house at the top of the hill until the donkey appeared. We never found out who owned the donkey or who had put it out to grass in the wide-open field that covered a whole side of the hill and we had been warned firmly to leave it alone …..
….. a vignette by Paul D Kennedy Continue reading “Rodeo Donkey”
The orange-painted Chevy, wide and low slung, its shell chipped and dented by nearly two decades of strenuous service, bowled sturdily along the dusty desert road …..
….. a vignette by Paul D Kennedy Continue reading “Good Christian Servants”
A wide fast-moving stream branched off from the main river at Corbally. It ran swiftly around a low island before swinging back and rejoining the main course again. Next to the stream there was a large quiet pool. We called it the hole …..
….. a vignette by Paul D Kennedy Continue reading “The Hole”
An old man sat in an upright chair in front of the entrance to one of the buildings across the street. His clothes were old, clean and neat. Beside him there was a small table with a backgammon board on it and a second chair. The second chair was empty …..
….. a vignette by Paul D Kennedy
Continue reading “Backgammon in the Evenings”
John walked out, through the last gate to where Brenda was waiting with the taxi. He gave her a hug, pulling her up onto her toes, his large frame almost smothering her. He stood with his back to the high dark-grey walls for a moment before following her into the cab without turning around. Two years. He’d had enough …..
….. a short-story by Paul D Kennedy Continue reading “Stand by Your Man”
Once upon a time a farmer and his wife lived on a large farm. They were blessed with many fertile fields, herds of animals, faithful servants and sturdy farm workers. But in addition to his wealth, the farmer himself had a very strange gift — he could understand the language of the animals …..
….. a short-story by Paul D Kennedy.
Continue reading “The Ox and the Donkey”