Pot Luck by Geoffrey Speechly

Pot Luck - Note – For those interested in chronology, there are certain anomalies in the following tale, which I have allowed in the cause of literary enthusiasm.

 

“Brrrhg, moltmooclick and nolliclockular” said the – well, I’m not quite sure what to call him, or possibly her. It was about 3 billion years ago, and if you had a spaceship, though of course they hadn’t been invented then, from its position hovering over the North Sea, you would have seen a two-legged creature, with a couple of arms and a rather odd shaped head, scampering about near what we now know as Southend but at that time its muddy beach was attached to Antwerp. He was accompanied by a large group of his fellows and fellowettes.

The Pianist by Delphine Woods

Delphine's new novel, WOMAN ON WARD 13 is coming out 17th July. It's a dark, time-slip mystery, featuring madhouses and asylums, and women who shouldn't be in them! Order a copy on https://bookgoodies.com/a/B088RJDHTK

For a taste of her writing from a while back, read on ….

The icy draft carries the pensive notes of Tchaikovsky through the hollow corridors. Music is the only living thing in this crumbling castle that sits atop a towering mountain. As an eagle dives past one of the one hundred and ninety broken windows, it screeches its empathy.

The beast plays with his crippled fingers. His eyes stare unseeing at the keys bowing their submission.  ‘None but the lonely heart’ is now a mechanical recitation, played for years for imaginary ears.  Even the Beast is deaf to its eternal sorrow.  Yet this tune is his only sustenance.

As the keys drip immortality into his silent pulse he wonders how long this will continue.  His passion has entombed him. A man of beauty decayed into a relic by a wounded woman, for he loved the keys, the symphonies, the harmonies, more than he loved her flatteries.