Worthing Flash

by Ron James We had been married for five years, but no signs of any children. All the usual tests had been made and everything seemed to be working properly, but still no luck. We sat down one night to discuss it and decided that it was time to explore the possibility of adoption. Should we go for a youngster, or maybe a little older? We agreed on a youngster. After quite a while and thorough investigations we were offered an eight week old, one of triplets. There was some doubt as to who the father was, and they couldn’t stay with the mother. We thought he was beautiful and adored him from the moment he arrived. Everyone said how cute he was, and what lovely eyes he had. As he grew I would take him out for little walks, and as he got older he and I would go on walks into the countryside, something that was one of the highlights of his life, and mine as well. Just like a true father and son relationship should be. When he was nine years old he started to get h...

Back Home by Ron James I woke with a start. You know that feeling when a noise has woken you but you are not sure what it was. What was it? I can hear the TV downstairs. Our bedroom is above the lounge, so if you are in bed when the TV is on, the sound sort of vibrates up through the pillow. Pam stayed up after I came to bed, she must be still watching it. What’s the time? 1.15! She’s fallen asleep down there. I run my hand across the bed, she is next to me. Surely she hasn’t come to bed and left it on! I put my dressing gown on. If we have burglars I don’t want them to see me in a state of undress, although I have to admit burglars don’t normally watch your telly. I walk down the stairs to switch it off. As I go into the lounge I glance to the left. Oh, bloody hell! there is someone sitting there, but he certainly doesn’t look like a burglar. He is just sitting there watching T.V. and doesn’t move as I walk in. He’s elderly, probably early 80’s, short, thin, al...