Copyright © 2025 Mike Rickett All rights reserved. 1968 I last ran into Montague Stephens almost a year ago. We bumped into each other in London after a Mozart concert at St Martin-in-the Fields. I was idly standing around clutching a glass of mediocre wine afterwards when he sidled up alongside me. I introducedContinue reading “The Kiss”
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Naomi
The first of the ghost stories February can be an odd month these days; odd in the sense that you never quite know what to expect as far as the weather is concerned. Take today, for example. It is the middle of the month and yet the sun is shining brightly, and it should haveContinue reading “Naomi”
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New story for kids
MY name is Timothy and I’m a tabby cat. I know that because I’ve heard my owner Jessica telling people all about me. I’m not sure what a tabby cat is supposed to be quite honestly, and I don’t really care. My owner tickles me under my chin when she’s telling people, and I purrContinue reading “New story for kids”
The time I was Santa
Some years ago, I took on the role of Father Christmas. You no doubt think I would make an unlikely choice and you would be right. It happened when a teacher friend told me there was an emergency at her primary school because their regular Santa had been taken ill. Too much gin I bet,Continue reading “The time I was Santa”
It’s Joe Calling
A ghost story for Christmas By Mike Rickett ‘I never used to believe in ghosts,’ says Adam Curtiss, swirling the remains of his beer around in its glass and staring at me with troubled eyes. He stares around the pub as though expecting to see a friend or relative. ‘That obviously means that youContinue reading “It’s Joe Calling”
New series of paintings
These are thee first two artworks in a new series of paintings collectively called ‘Reflections’. The top picture is of St Bride’s church, Liverpool, and the above painting is of Liverpool waterfront on a windswept, rainy nigfht.
Searching for Nicola
ONE The present I have finally realised I’m dead! ‘Don’t be so silly,’ I can almost hear you saying, no doubt scoffing at the absurdity of it. ‘Of course, you’d know if you were dead,’ Oh really! Would you? Are you so sure about that? I wouldn’t be if I were you. Let meContinue reading “Searching for Nicola”
The Violin
A concerto to die for Jocelyn Greene has been surrounded by music and the instruments that played it all his adult life. Over the years he has developed a successful, if slightly eccentric, repair business housed in what used to be a pub whose primary claim to fame, if you can call it that, wasContinue reading “The Violin”
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Abstract, geometric paintings
Fiction for tomorrow 