Chris Platt
/ GreyThoughts.InfoDaniel Fury was spending Saturday afternoon as he often did, sitting alone at the bar, nursing a pint of bitter and reading his book. There was something almost magical about reading a good book over a nice pint of beer, in a cosy …
By Chris Platt
… didn’t speak to his brother Carl that often. They were very different people, living different lives. They saw each other very occasionally if they happened to be visiting their parents at the same…
By Chris Platt
David was sitting at the writing desk in his study as he did most Sunday mornings. He sipped his Earl Grey tea from his cup and saucer, and stared out of the window over-looking the large garden. A bird, a robin perhaps, perched on the branch of a nearby…
By Chris Platt
Gareth was fed-up and feeling down. January had to be the toughest month of the year. Christmas had been wonderful, family and friends and lots of food and drink. But the dark, bleak days of January were just brutal. The initial…
By Chris Platt
Lynda headed down the street, eyeing the group with suspicion and hostility. As she passed by, she glared intently at them. They were just hanging around, loitering, lurking across the street. The group were trouble, she just knew…
By Chris Platt
As the boy and his best friend rode their bikes into town, he enthused about what a great day they would…
By Chris Platt