David Nutt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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“Fascinating but odd....you decide” by David Nutt

Fascinating, but odd….you decide. The first Friday of the month heralded my monthly dinner at my club with my great friend Henri. This little ritual had been going on for the last twenty years, always enjoyable. We were both Judges on Her Majesty’s Court. Our conversation and discussions tended to be about what had happened in the courts ove...

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“A deal with the devil” by David Nutt

A deal with the devil Boredom. Have you ever had a serious attack of this human failing? It’s like feeling all emotional and sensual sensations in your body have been poured out of you like water being flushed down the toilet. You feel empty without any interest or feelings in your surroundings. Enthusiasm and curiosity were emotions that belong to the past. Everyday is jus...

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“School.....I had serious reservations” by David Nutt

School…..I have serious reservations School, school I even dislike the word. As for the meaning, it was for me the nearest thing to a prison, full of rules and regulations. Endless lectures spouted out by boring teachers. Lunches that I am sure have a life long effect on your health. Now my parents were sending me to a boarding school. All the gloriou...

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“Dolls to London” by David Nutt

Dolls to London Monday, with the sun playing hide and seek amongst the white billowing clouds. The phone rang as I picked it up and I looked towards the harbor. “Chef officer Paul Summers speaking.” “Ah! how are you?” “Fine Joe, but busy, we are expecting a large cargo ship arriving from China with a dubious cargo.” “It’s expected...

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“Breaking free from only rolling cheese” by David Nutt

Breaking free from only rolling cheeses Ladies and Gentlemen I declare the opening of the 197 edition of Gloucester Cheese rolling competition and afterwards I invite you to the European cheese fair. The duchess of Windsor has kindly agreed to open the proceedings. Let the competition begin. The duchess stepped forward and cut the ribbon holding back the competitor...

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“Revenge with a capital R” by David Nutt

Revenge with a capital R. Revenge is one of those strong words that carries an enormous bag of emotional suffering. The dictionary describes it: As carrying out a bitter desire to injure another for the wrong done to oneself or to those who seem a part of oneself. I sat there on the park bench shaded from the hot summer sun by an eleg...

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“The unconventional teacher” by David Nutt

The unconventional teacher I pushed myself through the door into the classroom. At this time of the morning there was always a scramble through the door as most of us students always timed our entrance at the last minute before being late….punishable. I immediately went to my designated desk at the rear of the class next to my best friend Da...

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“Something Valuable” by David Nutt

Something valuable The Ritz Paris Ingor I lost my watch, you must go and try and find it, its a matter of live and death...hat’s an order. First go the police and retraces our steps of where we went today. Paris 9th district earlier that day On our stroll back home from a restaurant l...

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“The Urn ” by David Nutt

The urn Sometimes life gives you a devastating blow.. It is so sudden, so unexpected that it sends you reeling as if you had been ejected from a merry-go- round. My wife died early one morning from a massive heart attack quite unexpectedly. Over the next few days I walked through a cloud of misery numbed by the tragedy of her death. It was a period of gathering the family,...

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“A lesson for life” by David Nutt

A lesson for life I remember. Somewhere deep inside my being I had condemned myself to always remembering the following event. I was shamed, humiliated and marked for life by the sight of a family's eyes glaring at me with such anger like the red hot coals of the blacksmith’s fire. As one gets older the memory tends to fade, it also becomes very selective, but an event that deeply touched y...

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“Broken window, broken dream” by David Nutt

Broken window, broken dream. The moment I switched on the kitchen light I saw the broken window. Just my luck, a robbery to end an evening of re-joying. I had just come in from an office get together to celebrate my company signing a very large order for our internet application. It had been a hard struggle to reach this poi...

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“Strangers, finally an unsuspected friend.” by David Nutt

Strangers, finally an unsuspected friend. In London the weather was depressing, it made me depressed. What I needed was a holiday on the sun drenched coast of the Costa Brava. After trolling the internet for an hour I found a room in a hotel in my price range. Advantage a sea view, disadvantage two separate beds. A late evening flight completed the dream holiday. Being a late flight I was o...

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“Discussing facing a dilemma” by David Nutt

Discussing facing a dilemma This is a story about a direct question that led to a most interesting revelation. It happened a few years ago one cold winter’s night. I was in our country house sitting in front of the fire in the company of my oldest friend and neighbour, Henri, enjoying a superb calvados. I asked Henri the following question. “Have you ever be...

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“The dare” by David Nutt

The dare. It was one of those hot, stifling days in Paris. All the windows in the upper room at the brasserie were open and the background noise of the Paris traffic had a soporific effect on the group listening with difficulty to the lecturer talking about a book that was the flavour of the month in the intellectual circles. The group, numbering sixteen, mostly women, had...

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“That precious moment when I was called a star” by David Nutt

That precious moment when I was called a star. It lay there on top of a pile of unattended correspondence pleading for a reply. An invitation to a birthday party to be held on Saturday week. What was both annoying and at the same time intriguing, was that the host’s wife was an old flame that had ditched me two years ago for a gentleman that was not only rich but according to her c...

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