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“So you want to work in the retail sector, have you any experience?”

“No not really, I’m a hard worker though, you wouldn’t regret it!

“You live nearby and would be available at short notice?  That’s good …..”

“Very near!”

“We have very high hygiene standards here and you seem somewhat dirty.  No offence intended.”

“Yes I know I’m dirty, but I slept on the streets alongside St Johns parishioners last night, they were highlighting homelessness in the borough.”

“I’m impressed.”

You’re not so impressed with me when you kick me out your shop doorway every morning, thought Martin.


© Paul Nichol.  2017

I was walking below the towering sea cliffs, deep in my customary habit of scrutinising the artistic qualities of my environment, when a peculiar rock, no bigger than a tennis ball demanded my attention.   The rock was wedged in the cliff’s foot, its surface the blackest black I had even seen, it was as if I were looking into nothingness, a void.

Instinctively I reached down to retrieve it, when an unexpected voice spoke within me, “leave it where it rests, the rock is where it needs to be, dislodge it and the cliff might fall.”  The cliff remained standing.


© Paul Nichol    January 2017

“Excuse me, there appears to be a dead fly in my fruit salad”, the woman in blue dress protested.  The temptation to ask her how she knew it was dead was overwhelming, however I professionally suppressed the invitation to mock and instantly placed an expression of utter revulsion upon my tortured face.

“A fly Madam!  Dead!  In your fruit salad.  My apologises, please let me replace it at once.” I earnestly insisted whilst moving forward to retrieve the untouched plate from the table.  “I can assure you the fly was most definitely alive when I brought it from the kitchen.”


© Paul Nichol.  2017



It was a simple act of kindness, which amounted to nothing more than a few unexpected words, shared between two middle aged men on a crisp December morning upon a pavement, as the sun began its long ardours ascent into the cold, steely grey sky.     


To any onlooker the events of that moment have seemed unremarkable and they would have rightly dismissed the encounter as nothing more than the sharing of social pleasantries between old acquaintances.  However, they would have been wrong.


What transpired was far from normal for one of those men, although he would never admit it.


© Paul Nichol. 2014