Tag: funeral

• Digital Conversations

  The day is Saturday.  The scene is a town somewhere in Essex.  Noreen Scragshot stands before a department store window.  She takes her mobile from her bag and taps a name:   “Hi Trix:   it’s Noreen – you all right, mate? Who? Paul?   Yeah, well, he texted me.  His signal’s real bad down there. You better?…

  frederick anderson

  March 4, 2016

  Short Stories, Social Comment

  Cellphone, children, conversation, Department Store, Drunkenness, Essex, Essex Woman, fiction, funeral, Furniture, iPhone, Mobile Pjone, Moving House, Saturday, White Van

• Last Respects

  The polished walnut coffin ploughed its wavering progress through the rain, a galleon borne up like ocean by six solemn shoulders in long black coats.  Before it were the doors of the crematorium, a softly lit beacon in the grey morning, from within which harbour’s safe embrace a rich contralto voice intoned the ‘Eriskay Love Lilt’. …

  frederick anderson

  January 21, 2016

  Short Stories, Uncategorized

  bearers, cremation, estate, funeral, humour, interment, investigation, mourners, police, relatives, robbery, wife