Taster page

On this page you’ll find excerpts from some of my short stories and poems included in both books together with some of my digital art.

I hope you’ll enjoy them.

To begin with here is a sneak peak from the first chapter of one of my new short stories included in the new book Welcome To My World…..

Reflections On A Dream

“I wish I was in the land of cotton” – I’d wished that from being seven years old after my first glimpse of a blue denim clad singing tornado that blew across my TV screen. Years of dreaming, scheming, disappointment and loss had all played their part, bringing me back here time after time.

From ‘Cottonopolis’ of the industrial Northwest of England to the cotton bowl of Mississippi, the pieces of my life fitting together with many of those so-called coincidences along the way. And here I stand – where his life and dream began.

From that cold and frosty morning when a lusty baby’s cry filled the two-room house, the fates conspired to bless this child with a God-given gift to share with an as yet unsuspecting world. Nature and nurture combined in this poor neighborhood and as he grew a mother’s love instilled gifts beyond price, faith and a belief that dreams can come true if you have the strength and conviction to reach for them.

A little boy running, playing, shouting with a group of equally boisterous friends and cousins; his frayed cotton trousers held above waist height by a pair of his Daddy’s cut down suspenders. Today his blonde, usually unruly hair has been slicked down in an attempt to tame it; blue eyes alive with the light of love and mischief now settle seriously on the stranger watching him.

I watch with baited breath as he walks with purpose towards me trundling a simple wooden truck in his wake.
“’xcuse me ma’am”, his unusually melodic voice wavers for a moment, “a….a….are you lost?
W…w…we don’t get many strangers visitin…….”, he glances back towards the noisy children on the other side of the street but they play on, oblivious to my presence.

Then magic happens. He smiles; a little crooked smile that not only lights up his face but seems to illuminate his very being – and I smile back.
No…, I’m not lost….., well, not really. This is Tupelo isn’t it?” I ask, fully knowing where I am but not quite sure when.

“Y…y…yes ma’am, sure is”.

© 2019 Lesley Pilling
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