Loss by Tina Cleveland

Blog Tina I held on to him for as long as I could; but I could hold on no longer; I could feel him slipping away from me. His grip loosened and I could feel the cold, clammy touch of his fingers brush mine for the last time; the warmth gone forever. The silvery tissue…

Beyond The Banyan Tree by Tina Cleveland

(Authors blog) “Please remain in your seat until the plane has landed and come to a full stop. We would like to thank you for flying with Air Mauritius and hope you enjoy your stay.”             I took a sideways glance at Eloise who was looking pensive and preoccupied. If only I could take back…

Commute – Corona Virus edition by Tina Cleveland

(Authors Site) Sitting down rapidly in a newly vacated seat, Stuart claimed his prize, a seat on the 8:00am tube to Shepherds Bush, a rarity for this time of day. Although he was usually a gentleman and would give his seat away to anybody, today he was not feeling so charitable.             9/11 changed everything…

If I were you by Tina Cleveland

(Author´s blog) “If I were you.” The words rung in Celeste’s ears. They were the words she had heard so many times, each time they undermined her integrity, her self-worth and her confidence. What ever she did it never stood up to the ‘If I were you’ author. She had spent her whole life trying…

I heard it through the grapevine

By Tina Cleveland Blog Joseph Green sat on the front porch, the wooden veranda creaking with the forward and back motion of the sturdy swing. He loved to sit there penning poems, the gardenias filling the air, offering inspiration. His muse, Phyllis, his beau since 6th grade, had been the subject of most of his…

Life so Fragile

By Tina Cleveland blog The snow is falling gently, it’s quiet all around Everyone’s in their own world, on the streets there’s not a sound, Lights are twinkling brightly, indicating there’s life within But not in Gordon’s heart, he’s soaked to the skin His feet ache with the frost bite, his clothes have seen better…

The Postman

By Tina Cleveland Link to blog The familiar “plop” of the mail dropping on the mat made Sarah rush to the front door. Mixed in with the latest bills was a red envelope. She discarded the bills in favour of the plump scarlet packet. It smelt like it had been dipped in a gallon of…

Richard

By Tina Cleveland lik blog “Tom, quick come here,” Mark shouted his colleague, “I need you quick.”             Tom ran over to the door where Mark was standing. Smears of blood, smudged on the glass in the door. A blood curdling hand print visible from the outside, with blood smearing down the glass. With shaky…

Epilogue to dessert

By Tina Cleveland lik blog Jack lined up all his utensils on the table. He had been sure to lay plastic down first in preparation. He didn’t want any splats on the furniture. Neatly spaced out with none touching, he was certainly methodical. He didn’t have a lot of time to prepare. Time was of…

Riches to rags

By Tina Cleveland Link blog As she shuffled down the street, pulling her ripped shopping trolley, she reflected on where she had come from and where she had been. A far cry from where she was now. Her fat, chubby wrist which was once adorned by fine, sparkly diamonds, ached through pulling the trolley. All…

A Window to the World by Tina Cleveland

Tina Blog Alice sat on her favourite chair in the bay window. Her eye sight wasn’t what it used to be; she couldn’t see things with clarity anymore. But then that was to be expected at her age, especially as she had Age Related Macular Degenerate. Her eye sight had been failing for many years,…

Interview to Tina Cleveland

Q : What would you like to read in Gobblers?A : Definitely more short stories of any genre —speak Tina. This answer from Tina Cleveland has made me reflect, from now on she will publish more a short stories. You are invited to send them to fleminglabwork@gmail.com J. re crivello Editor-in-Chief Interview to Tina Cleveland Blog Link Q : Do…