the friendly writers group
(pen name Peter la Trobe)
... started work as an advertising copywriter.
Throughout his career he regularly worked as a free-lance journalist for regional and local newspaper groups on commercial and retail topics.
Retirement in 2010 finally allowed him to concentrate on creative writing.
Peter joined Harlow Writers Workshop in 2012.
He is studying for a BA in Creative Writing with the University of the Creative Arts.
He created and edits the Workshop website.
A collection of Peter's amusing and off-beat stories is available from
Amazon.co.uk /books /I Killed an Angel.
We met that one last time in public
unknowing family nearby
We spoke a coded greeting hello – again
I said how nice to meet
looked into the smoke-grey of your eyes
melted in the heat
felt the hammers of my pulse
beat the breath from my body
and stood, shaking.
You smiled; you smiled; you smiled ...
and said something that I heard
but did not understand
for I was hearing words
you spoke before, and seeing you
the way that you looked when
I held all the warmth
all the laughter
all the well-spring of the world.
You said goodbye standing there
the people of your life around you
I hemmed in by all the trust of mine
The silken rope tugging
threatening to tear my heart to pieces
And then the room was hollow you were gone
I could breathe again, just
The memory chained and double locked
but I still have the key - I kept the key. ©
A story in 100 words
Look mummy – a rainbow.
Two rainbows. There’s a faint one above the other. Does that mean there’d be two pots of gold?
Only if you reach the end of both.
Does it have to be gold if you get there?
What do you mean, poppet?
At the end of the rainbow, do you have to have gold, or could you have a wish instead?
I don’t know.
I’d make a wish.
I’d wish things were like they used to be.
I said that's enough.
I'd wish daddy was there.
Oh you’d find him – Daddy always chased rainbows. ©
SPELLING THE END
Another story in 100 words
The war room is tense.
‘Lieutenant. This is an order from the President. Open the Domesday box’.
‘Sir, yes sir. Box open, sir.’
The General, rigidly at attention, listens to the red phone.
‘Lieutenant. Press the orange button. On my order, enter the code. Stand by.’
‘Sir, yes sir. Standing by, sir.’
‘Lieutenant, enter code word ‘Armageddon.’’
‘Sir yes sir. Shee-it.’
‘Do it NOW, Lieutenant.’
‘Sir, yes sir. How many d’s in Armageddon, sir?’ ©