G J Rowlatt
Bio
I am an Essex carpenter and storyteller writing short fiction and creative nonfiction grounded in humour, honesty and lived experience. Gary’s work draws on local landscapes, community and the small moments that reveal who we are.
Stories (2)
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The Weight of Goodbye
I remember that run as if it were only an hour ago. My dad had just passed away from Alzheimer’s. Walking into Mum’s house and seeing him lying there, I felt a tangle of confusion, embarrassment, and anger. I knew this day was coming, but it still managed to catch me off guard. Only the day before, I’d listened to him talking about his Navy days, his memory for the past always sharp, the present not so much. As I was about to leave, he stared at me, a long, unsettling look, as if he already knew he was on his way out. That moment is etched in my mind. I forced a cheerful goodbye.
By G J Rowlattabout 2 hours ago in Humans
Forty Minutes on the Floor
The concrete was cold. The towel around my hand was red — too red. I didn’t know it yet, but I’d spend forty minutes on that floor — not hurting, just scared, strangely comfortable, and drifting into every moment where I’d put this hand at risk — including the one I didn’t want to think about.
By G J Rowlatt2 days ago in Humans
