Roger Learmonth is long retired from the computer industry. He has four daughters from a few marriages and now lives with his wife Kathleen and youngest daughter in semi rural West Sussex. His youngest is developing into a bit of an autophile and often accompanies her dad on rallies and events associated with old cars.


You may already have discovered that he is an unreconstructed Petrolhead and has a specialist book on the topic to his credit. He started writing ‘stories’ some years ago but says he has written virtually nothing for the last two. He blames his latest block on a course taken at the University of Brighton, which he claims may have put him off forever.

 

Big Mac (9,500 Words)

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A south London junk yard houses an disparate set of characters, who may not be quite what they seem. Billy, Charlie and Danny are all beavering away breaking up old motors until an unexpected bereavement shuts them down.



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The Fat Lady Sings (13,600 Words)


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A docile and overweight housewife finally kicks
against the traces when her inattentive husband turns violent. Even she can’t understand why she voluntarily becomes embroiled with middle-eastern revolutionaries but, caught up in the flow, she discovers new levels of inner resolve.


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Easter Rising (2,400 Words)



I’m not at all religious nor out to deride religion, this is just a different take on the old Easter story. The work was produced for a competition that had Easter as the theme. It got nowhere.

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Everyone will think I am a religious nut after all. I promise I’m not. T S Eliot’s ‘Journey of the Magi’ has always been one of my favourite poems and this story is, I suppose, a homage. If you haven’t read Eliot’s Journey of the Magi it won’t mean much. If you think it worthwhile I recommend reading the short poem first.


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