Nuisance Value.

Caravan collapsing

Story of the Week- this week! Reposted because… Find it here and take like a biscuit on the side.

 

Nuisance Value is a story that you may think is my own swan song. Or more likely a self-description. It has, rather wonderfully, been selected as a finalist for narrative_logo Magazine’s Spring Story Competition. It is my rather tongue-in-cheek exposure of the heartlessness of petty local government when it has an agenda for which rather poor people are simply in the way, but in this case they win, though rather poignantly.

Sole and Soul Comfort for  the heroes of Nuisance Value
Sole and Soul Comfort for the heroes of Nuisance Value

It dogs the heels of its companion ‘Blerrie Fockin Beautiful which TODAY  has been selected as on of the five top stories of the year (2013-2014) and will be published by Narrative as an audio (read by yours truly with full-throated tobacco effects hopefully edited out!) Watch this space for links in due course.

Just a small celebration.

Author: philipparees

A writer ( mostly narrative poetry) of fiction and non-fiction. Self publisher of fiction and Involution-An Odyssey Reconciling Science to God (Runner-up Book of the Year (2013), One time builder ( Arts centre) Mother of four daughters: Companion of old man and old dog: One time gardener, lecturer, wannabe cellist, mostly enquirer of 'what's it all about', blogger and things as yet undiscovered.

4 thoughts on “Nuisance Value.”

  1. Lovely to have a new guest Mari. It sounds as though you’ve visited before and left no footprint! I have never understood ‘genre’ nor, I confess, any conformity to anything. I will never build up a dedicated following since everything I write springs up and bears no resemblance to other things I’ve written. The only common denominator is characters who walk alone. But I guess that figures! Do come often.

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  2. I left a comment at ‘Narrative.’
    Sharp and poignant.
    The writing is accomplished and witty.

    The story reminds me of being co-opted to a village committee while living in the the hills of Somerset UK, where I ‘nearly’ managed to safe a mature oakwood from being clear-felled. The process was similarly hilarious, and heart-wrenching.

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