During a recent short break to Port Appin, I saw this poster and at once the seed idea for this daft story took root.

This story comes from a Writers’ Circus challenge entitled - ‘The Day After’.

Indeed for most of the time I was crafting this, I called it ‘The Day After the Night Before’ until a different title suggested itself from the dialogue.

It is set in 1955, in the West of Scotland, in Motherwell which at that time was a thriving steel town.

The characters are middle-class, twin sisters competing for the best of two brothers.

In true Peoples’ Friend style it is full of twists and turns and flew easily from my noddle onto the screen, keeping me amused as the story told itself.

I hope this fun comes across and that you enjoy it too.

This story was scribed while in Gran Canaria, while people-watching, in a local restaurant.

Beside us at the next table, a lovely American couple ordered a bottle of expensive wine. (You can read about this in the final few paragraphs.)

The chap looked to me as if he was an ‘academic’.

He and his lady companion, both in their fifties, were ‘too friendly and polite to each other’ to be married, was my take.

I was intrigued.

Read on....

This tale was penned for our Writers’ Circus group on the topic: “the room was cold”.

It is about a group of retired friends who share a passion for wildlife photography. They make a journey from Yorkshire to a luxury eco-lodge north of Inverness in search of stills and videos to exhibit at the January meeting of their photography club.

Although the weather id dreadful, they keep going, determined to make the most of their short winter break to the wilds of Scotland.

Note: There is another Devil’s Elbow in Scotland, on the dangerous high pass route between Glen Shee and Braemar, a road subject to frequent closures during winter.

This story is about a quite different Devil’s Elbow.

This story was written in response to a Writers’ Circus challenge on the topic of ‘dreaming’.

It was largely tapped out on my iPad while we were on holiday at Siverdyke Caravan Park at Cellardyke, one of a string of coastal villages which form the East Nuke of Fife and a short walk from the village of Kilrenny which features in the story.

Kilrenny (with nearby Anstruther and Cellardyke) is ‘twinned’ with Bapaume, a small industrial town in North-East France.

The story is about a spinster lady who lives in Kilrenny. She is down on her luck but still struggling to keep up appearances.

Read on.