Author: Francis Meyrick

  • Free Ice cream!

    (this is another -true!- golden oldie, I wrote many years ago, about a summer job I had, driving an ice cream truck around Dublin…) FREE ICE CREAM! It went wrong of course, right from day one. Well, quicker than that even. I was only there twenty minutes or so, before I committed a classic clanger.…

  • Meeting Mrs Bird

    (this is an old -true!- story I wrote many years ago…) MEETING MRS BIRD I had to admit to my girlfriend that I had been putting it off. There was no point in denying it. She knew. I knew. But… I had GOOD reasons, I kept telling her. It would NOT work. I KNEW it…

  • Floater Me

    Fishermen waving like crazy; a small atoll lost in the Pacific; photo by me, from a Hughes 500 helicopter FLOATER ME I used to get this recurrent dream. I think I probably had it hundreds of times. It got to the stage where I know I would pretty well “groan in my dream “. A…

  • The Murderer

    Photo by S.Baker THE MURDERER

  • We have never met

    We have never met (A love poem to a gentle lass, who quietly encouraged me to write)

  • Bounce (3)

    (This story was originally written for “Writer’s Cafe “. It was in response to some really intolerant nastiness, which was causing disruptions and bitterness. There were and are many good people on the Cafe. But there also some hate mongerers, who were bringing the site into disrepute. I left eventually, after some really horrendous hate…

  • A Blip on the Radar (part 2) “Running the Gauntlet “

    A Blip on the radar Part 2: Running the gauntlet It’s hard to fathom how immense the Pacific Ocean is. Even looking at a globe, and studying how much of the world is in fact covered by said megga puddle, does not convey the breathtaking vastness of a world of waves. From horizon to horizon.…

  • The Guinea Pig

    THE GUINEA PIG Captain Peterson leaned up against the counter, seeking some refuge from the teeming humanity around him. He had been waiting for hours… For the hundreth time, he glanced at his watch. At this rate of going, they would never be able to fly back before nightfall. He disliked flying single engine over…

  • A Blip on the Radar (part 1) “Staying with the Herd “

    (this one bounced off a single phrase in the review by Tara Shannon on my story “If you’re good… “) credits: Vangelis, “Conquest of Paradise “     A BLIP ON THE RADAR (Part 1: Staying with the Herd) “What do you do for a living? ” It’s a valid question, as we all trudge…

  • El Presidente

    EL PRESIDENTE Our local shooting club has some enthusiastic members. Every Friday night, there is a shoot-out. Not of the killing kind, unless you’re made of cardboard. Then, you’d be in big trouble… Usually, there would be between fifteen and twenty shooters. The President was there. He would welcome everybody, stuffily. And give you the…