ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I'm thirty nine, recently single again. I have two boys Cli' (pronounced clee) Real name Christopher and Mark. I'm a care in the community nurse and formerly (when I was married) an occupational Therapist working with the mentally ill on a secure unit. I love reading and writing and meeting people. I hate offal, seafood and intolerance. I keep dog, cat, polecats, rats and reptiles. And for seven years ran the second largest reptile sanctuary in Britain. Apart from having my lads, I think that's probably the most worthwhile thing I've ever done. Writing wise, I've been the main fiction writer for Legends magazine for three years.And have two books published 'Lizard's Leap' published by Quillusers, and 'Better the Devil You Know' soon to be released by Bestbooks.Um I drive a knackered old Astra, and ride a two litre trike. I live in the lake district of England, and am happy. :-) [January 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (84) A Fork In The Road. (Short Stories) A paradox revolving round the lonely Holker Mosses in the dead of night. [2,835 words] [Mystery] A Twist In The Tail (Short Stories) - [963 words] Agony (Short Stories) The First in a series of Agony columns written by the unstoppable Aunt Nasty. (May be deemed offensive) [1,200 words] [Comedy] Agony 2 (Short Stories) Morew from the irrepresible Aunt Nasty (May be deemed offensive). [1,077 words] [Comedy] Angel Stew (Short Stories) The kitchens are in uproar. [826 words] [Comedy] Anne (Short Stories) - [707 words] Apple Of His Eye (Short Stories) Daddy's little girl, Daddy's little sweetheart. (May be deemed offensive). [1,742 words] [Drama] Attractions (Short Stories) People stared at the sisters and called them freaks. [678 words] [Drama] Bandit At Twelve-O-Clock (Short Stories) A sinister note drops through her letter box, but who is it from and what's it all about? [2,144 words] [Drama] Barriers (Short Stories) Everybody's frightened of the prisoner in the cell at the end of the block. [2,913 words] [Thriller] Breakfast In Bed (Short Stories) She loved her husband so much, and a sepcial man deserves a special breakfast. [1,633 words] [Horror] Car Trouble (Short Stories) Boys will be boys. [496 words] [Comedy] Cat's Chorus (Short Stories) - [1,332 words] Cherry Blossom (Short Stories) - [435 words] Cold, Cold Night.. (Short Stories) The night was beautiful but biting, she had to make her final farewells, a cigarette would help. [630 words] [Drama] Creeping Up From Behind. (Short Stories) You can't ever really know what someone else is thinking ... unless they choose to tell you. [925 words] [Drama] Dark Solitude. (Short Stories) A woman alone on the moors when a storm threatens, but this is no ordinanry storm and that is no ordinary lady. [1,434 words] [Drama] Dawn Rising (Short Stories) He looked at his own personal sunrise every morning, yet longed for the warmth of the sun. [1,069 words] [Drama] Deadly Persuit (Short Stories) Nature at its most cruel .. when it's interfered with by man. [1,541 words] [Drama] Deep Blue Eastern Light (Poetry) I've never been to Budapest, but I saw an image on a postcard, it was misty and had a sort of dreamy quality about it. I wondered about the spirit of Budapest. Hope I've done her justicce. [204 words] Different Road (Short Stories) Charlie is running scared. Will he find his way before his precious time runs out? [521 words] Empty House (Short Stories) This had been her domain, now it was only a shadow. [649 words] [Drama] Find Me A Place (Poetry) Everybody needs somewhere to run. [193 words] [Drama] Finding Fleur (Short Stories) Katy desperately wants to find Fleur, but does Fleur want to be found? [1,727 words] [Drama] Four Minute Warning (Short Stories) - [476 words] [Comedy] Freedom By Another Name (Short Stories) He's an imposter [557 words] [Drama] Furtive Glances (Short Stories) Always the last to know! [891 words] [Drama] Galaxy (Poetry) Let Venus bear witness and Mars be our guide. [139 words] Hickory, Dickory, Dock (Short Stories) - [991 words] [Drama] Is The Toilet Roll Half Full Or Half Empty (Short Stories) It's hard when you're at bursting point. [423 words] [Comedy] I've Always Wanted To Write... But! (Short Stories) There's always an excuse if you want to find one. [510 words] [Mind] Jasmine And Gardenia Love (Poetry) - [417 words] [Erotic] Jinny (Poetry) - [176 words] Just The Ticket (Short Stories) You pays your money and you takes your chances. [5,177 words] [Drama] Knockers (Short Stories) It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. [2,210 words] [Drama] Little Bird (Short Stories) He liked fragile things [1,406 words] [Drama] Lizards Leap (Novels) Four children buy an intricately carved frame from a school fair. A crazy old woman chases them desperately wanting the carving for herself. What is the mystery surrounding the strange frame? [5,753 words] [Adventure] Long Walk Back To Jurassica (Poetry) Evolution and progress or three million steps backwards? [323 words] [Drama] Lookingthrough The Window (Short Stories) - [401 words] Madness Becomes You (Short Stories) She used to be someone, now she's several people, or maybe she's nobody at all, it makes no difference. [394 words] [Drama] Making My Way Back To You. (Short Stories) She'd told them a thousand times to keep the front door closed, now tragedy had struck. [1,926 words] [Drama] Memberwhen (Poetry) Memberwhen that mystical word of long ago memories. [189 words] [Drama] Mortar Doesn't Breathe. (Short Stories) The house was inanimate, dead ... because her child was gone. [1,114 words] [Drama] Mourning Glory (Short Stories) One of my favourite pieces. Please note *This is not a children's story* It's the tale of a little girl trying to be a child. [1,786 words] [Drama] Mumbles From The Madhouse (Novels) It was her first day on the secure unit and somehow she had to see it through. [2,215 words] [Drama] My Friend The Tiger And Me (Poetry) I wrote this for my little boy when he was having trouble at school. [942 words] [Animal] Naughty Bunny Goes To Ibiza (Short Stories) - [552 words] One-Man Race (Short Stories) He had only his nerves to rely on. One slip and the race would be lost. [664 words] [Drama] Out Of Print (Short Stories) A man, a boy, a love of reading and echoes of the past. [2,007 words] [Drama] Outrun The River (Poetry) The snow was melting fast and he owed it to himself and his seld of dogs to make it to safety. [145 words] [Action] Pact Of Joy. (Short Stories) Don't we all just want to be happy? [2,497 words] [Drama] Play With Me Please. (Short Stories) - [322 words] Return Of The Hellcat (Erotica May Be Offensive) (Short Stories) Please do not read this one if easily offended. Or even not so easily offended. Continuing sexploits of Dark Solitude. [3,390 words] [Erotic] Room For One More (Short Stories) The dream was haunting and wouldn't leave Mike alone. [1,728 words] [Drama] Rush Hour (Short Stories) - [419 words] Sally (Short Stories) - [2,268 words] Sinister Music (Novels) She had no psychic ability, so why had fate chosen her to foretell of the spate of brutal murders? [6,114 words] [Drama] So This Is My Life Then (Short Stories) - [517 words] [Comedy] Space Walk (Short Stories) May Cause offense. [1,290 words] [Drama] Spirit Dancer (Poetry) - [514 words] Sweet Child Of Mine (Short Stories) The old lady had been brutally mugged, her son was sucjh a good boy, but would his thoughts now turn to revenge? [1,843 words] [Drama] Tangled Web (Short Stories) Treat `em mean and keep `em keen. [596 words] [Drama] The Band Played On (Short Stories) - [1,486 words] [Drama] The Big Picture (Short Stories) The little girl was a great artist, but her subject matter was giving cause for concern. [776 words] [Drama] The Comet. (Short Stories) Remember! [796 words] [Drama] The Dinosaur (Short Stories) - [1,523 words] The Half Empty Glass. (Short Stories) They had no idea of the horror they were walking into. [3,030 words] [Drama] The Hhmmm Efect (Poetry) - [783 words] The Iceberg (Short Stories) She had to break the hold they had on him... release him from his parents grip. [410 words] [Drama] The Joker (Short Stories) - [2,032 words] The Lovers (Poetry) - [124 words] The Mark Of Jack (Short Stories) The start of something maybe. [1,044 words] [Drama] The Old Enemy (Short Stories) I just hope I've got the names right. [253 words] [Drama] The Rosary (Short Stories) May cause offense. [422 words] The Spark (Short Stories) - [557 words] The Thirteenth Station (Short Stories) - [8,024 words] [Horror] The Village Green. (Short Stories) - [559 words] [Drama] Three Mile Gap (Poetry) So close and yet... [285 words] [Drama] Tomorrow Lies Beside Us (Poetry) - [239 words] [Drama] Tusk (Short Stories) - [1,012 words] [Drama] Under The Whether (Short Stories) - [1,626 words] White Icing (Short Stories) - [1,385 words] Worlds Biggest Loser (Short Stories) - [114 words] You Are My Sunshine (Short Stories) - [1,285 words]
Watching And Waiting Sue (Sooz) Simpson
Sarah flicked the lever down to turn left onto the dirt track leading to Bracken Head tarn.. The comfortable ticking of the indicator fell into easy harmony with the calming swish of the windscreen wipers. A light drizzle was masking visibility on the country roads and she was having to concentrate more than usual on her driving. The previous four nights had been clear and dry. Typical that tonight of all nights inclement weather should aid the dampening of her resolve.
Twice she had almost turned back. How easy it would be to slink back to her sofa by the fire, her supermarket stand best seller and her glass of friendly sparkling wine. She was beginning to regret not bringing Kai her dog along for company. She felt this was something she had to do alone. Maybe having the boisterous Rhodesian Ridgeback with her would in some way effect the outcome. She felt a stirring of anticipation, also one of gut knotting fear.
“Its only research” she told her self for the umpteenth time. “Its just another story, and instead of sitting in some sterile Library you are out in the wilds of nature doing an ordinary stint of research” but it was so much more than that. So much more.
She pulled into a convenient stopping place and killed the lights and wipers. The few feet of comforting amber glow was snuffed and sheer impenetrable darkness blanketed the car. The blackness was so dense it appeared to take form, had texture. The car displaced the night’s mass like a body in a bathtub, and the inky Blackness moved around the car cushioning it like dyed cotton wool.
Lionel Richie and Diana Ross were belting out ‘ Endless love’ She sat for a few seconds, hesitant to turn the radio off “Two hearts. Two hearts that beat as one” Tonight her sweet soprano voice didn’t synchronise itself with Diana’s “Our lives have just begun” Slowly she turned the dial and as Endless love faded out another of her senses was deprived of stimulus. She reached forward to take her car keys out of the ignition, and her hand froze on the key.
“What are you trying to prove Sarah? You don’t have to do this” she thought. Her thumb pressed forward on the twist of the key. The car coughed and then fell silent. She briskly pulled the key out of the ignition, grabbed her bag and got out of the car.
It was cold. The air was still, and leaves on the trees were silent and motionless. No wind disturbed them. It was a cold, calm night. Her breath a white-grey spectre that led the way down the rough path to the water’s edge.
She stood at the side of the tarn and peered out across the water. Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the darkness, and as far as she could tell she was perfectly alone in this place of shifting shadows. A place that only belonged to people during daylight hours. At this time of night it was the domain of inhabitants of the night. She had been worried that the local night fishermen might be out indulging in their nocturnal hobby, but need not have been concerned, she was alone with the wildlife, and they seemed to be hiding.
Sarah spoke softly into the night. “Come on Rita show yourself girl. Ready when you are.”
She pulled her rolled sleeping bag out of the hold all she carried, unzipped it to make a square and placed it on the ground. Later she would be able to zip it back up and crawl inside it if she got really cold. She sat on her square of quilted material and unscrewed the top of her thermos full of home-made tomato and basil soup, she had added extra cream to make it really thick and warming. She may be here all night in which case at least she was going to have something hot and tasty to sip.
Sarah was researching a story of local interest. Twenty years earlier a family had come to Bracken head tarn, and a day out fishing had turned to disaster. Brian Simmons was a big man. A big man with a big temper. He and his wife Rita had a turbulent marriage and when he didn’t get his own way Brian turned to violence. On this occasion Brian had drowned his wife and left his five-year-old daughter in the water for dead. Some quirk of juvenile lungs and maybe a little stubborn spirit had saved the child. Her mother hadn’t been so lucky. Five hours later a couple walking their dog had found the little girl sitting at the waters edge. The child had been sitting in an ambulance when the frogmen had brought to the surface the body of her dead mother. Her father had been in the nearest pub getting drunk.
It was said that every year on the night of her death Rita Simmons ‘The Lady of the Tarn’ was seen walking at the scene of her death. Many reports were recorded from courting teenagers to night fishermen. Even a local policeman had come forward after his retirement to say that he’d seen the lady walk.
It was the twentieth Anniversary of Rita Simmon’s death, and Sarah had come to see for herself if the lady of the tarn would be making an appearance. Sarah was scared, nervous, apprehensive and very excited. She sat patiently drinking her soup and waiting.
She watched the bats flying. For hours it was the only movement around the tarn. Every hour or so she would stand and walk a little to allow the blood to circulate in her cold legs. She grew bored and wished that she had bought a radio, but she had not wanted anything to distract her from her purpose. The night was long and she was cold and tired and beginning to think that Rita wasn’t going to show.
Sarah had grown quite accustomed to the darkness, she could see clearly once her night vision had attuned itself to the changes in image. She was eventually aware of the merest hue of dark grey infusing with the blackness. She stared at the water and as the grey gradually lightened. She willed Rita to come. Opened her mind, did her utmost to make herself receptive. She prayed, focused her thoughts, and even chanted Rita’s name over and over again. Eventually she was almost crying with frustration.
“Why hadn’t she come?”
Sarah had to admit that it was morning. Her vigil was over. The first duck roused from sleep startled her as it flapped out from the bulrushes on the other side of the tarn in a flurry. Birds began to sing, and morning had well and truly broken.
She stood and packed her bag. Sadly she took one last look out over the peaceful water
“You appeared to others. Why not to me? Why not to me?”
She turned from the water and made her way down the path.
The barely perceptible image moved out from between the trees. Anyone looking at the lady would have been devastated by the look of sheer sadness on the woman’s face
The tall lady in the grey jersey dress stretched out her hand and whispered her daughter’s name. It carried clearly across the water.
Sarah Simmons was already in her car with the radio on and the heater whirring by the time her name reached the car. She never heard her mother’s call.
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"Cool story! But what is Umpteenth? How many is that, my english is ok, but I cant figure it out. Is it ten?" -- Tomcat, Rio de J., Argentina.
"Look Tomcat there's no point in asking Sooz anything. She's a total b!tch and will never respond to you." -- Anonymous.
"I'm sorry Tomcat better late than never. I don't use the site very often. Umpteen is more than a few .. no deffinate number just lots. Glad you liked the story. Is there anything you'd like reviewing in return? And thank-you to my obvious fan for the kick up the bum re my manners. " -- Sooz, Dalton-in-Furness, England, Cumbria.
"Some interesting characters you've run into in your reviews Ms. Simpson. I kind of noticed that as well in the Room For One More reviews. Don't mind the jerks, that's another reason why I love my email group over the writing sites. As I said, you should check into that. Anyways. Christy G’s Review: A few comments. Hopefully they help rather than discourage. This writer must be from a different country or something. You mentioned something about a square of material, but around here a square is a section in the center of a town. You said about a specific type of dog, but I have no idea what kind of dog that looks like, and I think it would have been better if you had just described the dog instead. Most people know what a collie or a poodle is, but not the above-mentioned dog. It would have been better if you’d said it was a short-haired or long-haired dog. She was supposed to meet someone but she needed to get out of her car, the only reason I can think of for this was the meeting area must not be close to where she parked. And why would she sit on the ground if the day was so miserable out? There was something in there about fishermen that I also didn’t understand. When I saw the word windscreen it made me think widescreen tv. What is a head tarn? Perhaps the person she was to meet had something to do with her mother’s? sister’s? I forget which, death, I don’t know. Was it really necessary to give a play list of everything that was on the radio? When she’s at her little picnic of one, would a real person really have this kind of stuff to prepare a meal outside? “It was cold. The air was still, and leaves on the trees were silent and motionless. No wind disturbed them. It was a cold, calm night.” Here you say the same thing over again. I know it’s intended for emphasis, but in modern literature repeating yourself over again such as “It was cold” and then “It was cold,” should be avoided." -- Cam Davis.
"Some good points thank you. Thanks Cam. " -- Sooz, Dalton-in-Furness, England, Cumbria.
"I like your stories,Mrs Sue.I am a chinese boy,I had translated your stories"You are my sunshine"and"One man race"into chinese,and they have been published on two chinese magazines,I like them very much,very touching.If you allow me,could you send your other stories to me?I would like to introduce them to chinese people,thanks.my email is sunkaiyuan33 yahoo dot com cn" -- sunkaiyuan33@yahoo.com.cn.
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