Author Archives: Janet Lagrange

The Election Promise

Posted on by under 2020, Other Short Stories

It had been a tough one, but the ‘Support Our People’ party (SOP) had just squeezed through.  The gamble of promising what the people wanted was a brave manifesto, and now they had to come up with the goods.

It was a week later that they actually got down to any business, it had taken that long for the effects of the copious amount of champagne to wear off.  The speaker and Chairman of the SOP party, Lord Charles Alexander Grovner gave his opening speech.  The floor was then open to his underling Lords to come up with ideas that would support their manifesto.

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And there came upon the land a great flood…

Posted on by under 2020, March 2020 - The Island

Sam wondered where Rosie, his home help was, she wasn’t usually late.  He hoped she hadn’t had an accident.  Slowly swinging his legs over to the side of the bed and with the aid of his crutches, he managed to get to the stair lift. He made some breakfast and wrote a list of food items that he needed, that Rosie could get later.

Through the window, he could see the palm tree waving in the strong wind.  Quite a storm we had last night he thought, he was glad the tree had survived.  It had always been a bit of a joke between his wife Maureen, and himself, a reminder of good times together in sunnier climes.  It was only then he noticed that the garden bench wasn’t in it’s usual spot.  It was bobbing up and down in water near the hedge.  He looked towards the road hoping to see Rosie, but only saw a swift flowing muddy river that seemed to be surrounding his home. 

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I want …

Posted on by under 2020, February 2020 - Desire

Lucy, dressed in her best clothes looked at her reflection in the mirror.  I look dowdy she thought.  My mother wouldn’t even wear these to clean the grate out, and would never wear them outside, even to do the gardening.  She sighed heavily. She had been doing that a lot lately.

Steven, her husband of what seemed like five long years, shouted, “Get a move on, I said we would be there at 11.30.”

She sighed once more before pulling on her well-worn boots, and checked her reflection before hurrying down the stairs.  They set off across the park.  No matter how late they were Steven would never pay for a taxi or even get on a bus. She had thought in the past that his frugality was a good thing. Having lived with it she now knew he was just a very mean person, and she had had to live by his rules.

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