Stories for Adults

Loneliness is the subject on my mind today, not that I suffer from it. That does not mean I am not acutely aware of it in others. Traveling around you hear it discussed. On the buses, ‘my daughter does not visit much now.’  Reveals the loss. ‘They are very busy!’ Another. ‘My son is away … Read more

What am I? Words from my pen just fly. Where do they come from?  Who knows, not I! The subjects vastly differ: from home and away: Words people use day by day. I am just the Pen that places them on the page. To be read from age to age. Copyright © WobblingPen

It was a carpet of dazzling, striking blue, that first drew my childish eyes to you. In the mass, it was hard to see your individual artistry clearly displayed. Up close, I could admire you as a truly drooping colorful work of art, exquisitely made. Each tiny bell, dangling downwards on small delicate connections, frolicking … Read more

I’m a book, a very good book, but my cover is as plain and dowdy as can be, So much so, that people browsing through the shelves fail to discover me. I’ve had a few near misses, when they have almost prised me out, then forced me back in again, with derision. It’s a job … Read more

Beneath blue sky arms entwined swaying in long borders hundreds side by side. Blooms of pink on stalks, some upright as soldiers others leaning weakly on the path heads blown in all directions by the wind. Pinks in stiff, flared, ragged skirts, dancing, scattering to me their hypnotic scent to be picked up and whipped … Read more

Tables prepared white with silver glistening arranged in two’s and four’s or more. Waiters, attendant at their stations patiently wait and watch as we settle to scrutinize the menu’s, for scrumptious things to polish off. Once we start chatting amongst ourselves, casting glances surreptitiously, some critical, most friendly around the room. The waiter’s know it … Read more