Up round where barrels are made

Angus Craddic was in a barrel. He hadn’t always been in a barrel but now, in this moment, he was vividly aware that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, sitting in something that very much resembled a barrel. A cooper, or barrel maker by another name, Angus moved with the enthusiasm of a … Continue reading Up round where barrels are made →

Up round by the farm on the hill

George Halthorpe heaved against the still weight of his broken wagon. This simple cart had survived nearly 10 years of pottering to and from the farm, and although the left wheel had a bit of a wobble about it, George was rather attached to the old thing. With a thunk, and a twinge in his … Continue reading Up round by the farm on the hill →

Up Round Where We Begin Again

Angus Craddic was in a barrel. He hadn’t always been in a barrel but now, in this moment, he was vividly aware that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, sitting in something that very much resembled a barrel.A scotch filled barrel Deja vu danced around his thoughts and the act of rubbing his … Continue reading Up Round Where We Begin Again →

Up Round Where the River Bends

Angus Craddic was in a barrel. He hadn’t always been in a barrel but now, in this moment, he was vividly aware that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, sitting in something that very much resembled a barrel. How Angus became trapped in this uniquely horrible boat, bobbing its way down a … Continue reading Up Round Where the River Bends →