Michael’s father admonished him for spinning yarns. His mother claimed he could talk the hind leg off a donkey. Despite these questionable attributes he didn’t start writing until 2018 and has been published 24 times in online magazines.
Lit eZine magazine, Ariel Chart, Secret Attic, Neurological Magazine, Apricot Press, Shorts Magazine, All Your Stories Magazine, Revolutionary Press, Fictionette Magazine, A Thousand Lives & More Magazine.
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Barbara anticipated a straightforward birth. Living in deepest darkest Cornwall a
straightforward birth meant the difference between life and death. Her four children aged between two and eight sat side by side in the hall. Ron paced in much in the same way he had for each of them. The labour started at 3.00 am. Sixteen hours later neighbours took the two youngest into their homes and the baby arrived soon after, the cord twice around its neck. Molly untangled the cord but the baby was lifeless.
It was 1950 and they were a long way from help.
“Stay there,” Ron instructed the two remaining siblings but the bedroom door failed to catch and Bronwen pinched Peter’s hand when the midwife blew in the baby’s mouth. Ron took over, raised the infant by it’s ankles and smacked it’s backside.
The siblings jumped when the infant spewed and yelled. Ron slumped alongside his wife. It had been a long day and Peter ran around the village of Goonhaven to spread the news. Bronwen itched to take part and her father beckoned.
She squeezed on the edge of the bed and he smiled, “Going to make a noise, this one.” Bronwen nodded and moved closer.
“What are you going to call your brother?”
“Michael John.”
There was no doubt in Bronwen’s voice and Molly turned to Barbara. “The boy should be named after his father.”
Bronwen had decided months before. Ronald was OK but please not Herbert, her father’s given first name. He had dropped Herbert long ago, in favour of his middle name. She made a fist and sat on it. The 6-year-old’s most powerful talisman.
“We’ll call him Michael Ronald.”
“His initials will spell MRS.”
“Thank you Bron. Ronald Michael flows better.”
Bronwen flushed with happiness. She wasn’t bothered about the omission of John. Michael was in.
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