Stuart Miller-Osborne

I slept with a stranger last night He said that he was a soldier Going off to another war He did not think That he would return

It is ten past twelve and I am desolate I have been travelling all day The previous occupant of this cabin Left a paperback book on the upper bunk The title of the novel is Blue White Blue And is about a unique quartz pebble Which gives the reader special powers The odd thing about…

Betty (Harry) Hamilton Ran a small sweet shop in Bude She was a large coarse woman Who was known for being rude (Information) This sad forgotten rhyme was found Written on a wall of the Royal Albion In this small Cornish town A woman of the same name Had owned a sweet shop Near the…

About three and a half years ago I found a girl weeping bitterly Alone in a station waiting room At first out of respect I ignored her But her tears seduced me as they fell I quietly enquired of her distress At first she did not answer and I walked away She spoke as I…

Open your eyes Muriel Just breathe Muriel Even I have to admire The beauty of these flowers These perfumed words Are so pale in comparison

These gatherings do differ a little But they are mostly very similar Tombola White Elephant toys and books Plants cakes refreshments and so much else They are so incredibly English refined and pale When I am travelling abroad I greatly miss These long Saturday afternoons Letter Joe to Martha 7/26

Was born in London but lives in Valencia She is married to another high ranking cop On the 25th of May she was assigned to the case Of the missing woman and the red car found in a lake The car belonged to Inspector Lyn Bardoe and had been stolen From a car park near…

The red car could be clearly seen from the road The authorities feared the worst but found nothing It was whist investigating the incident at the lake That a regional freight train ran into a soda lorry At an automatic level crossing on the edge of the city No fatalities were reported although much damage…

I should have sensed the danger A woman in a red dress Driving a small red car But I still stopped to help her And that is when my problems began

Because of my total brain fog I missed the last train You offered me a bed for the night Which I refused as I wanted To be at the head of the queue For the first train into the city Layla Lee