About CallmeJayne


I am happy to spend time with anyone who touches me, excites my senses or sparks my imagination.

I write very short fiction and poetry.

Jayne Good
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East Sussex, United Kingdom
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18 Feb 2020 00:38
Favorite Books:
Lolita...Revolutionary Road...Brighton Rock...Hangover Square...Rabbit Is Rich...The Master And Margarita...Disgrace...The History Man.
Favorite Authors:
Raymond Carver, William Trevor, Patrick Hamilton, John Updike, Clive James, Graham Greene, T S Eliot, Thom Gunn, Charles Bukowski, Anthony Burgess, Guy de Maupassant, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Philip Roth, P.G. Wodehouse.
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Favorite Music:
Classical and Jazz.


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10 Jan 2020
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Topic: Drop Letter - Add Letter
Posted: 06 Feb 2020 06:05

Not sure how you arrived at Awash so:

Waste - Wants

Topic: opposite word game
Posted: 06 Feb 2020 06:00

Ignore - Attend

Topic: Synonyms
Posted: 06 Feb 2020 05:57

Fantasising - Wishing

Topic: Synonyms
Posted: 05 Feb 2020 08:03

Envisioning - Dreaming

Topic: opposite word game
Posted: 31 Jan 2020 01:33

Divulge - Secrete

Topic: Drop Letter - Add Letter
Posted: 31 Jan 2020 01:32

Store - Roses

Topic: Synonyms
Posted: 31 Jan 2020 01:31

Underhanded - sly

Topic: Synonyms
Posted: 30 Jan 2020 01:12

Disreputable - Untrustworthy

Topic: Drop Letter - Add Letter
Posted: 30 Jan 2020 01:11

Skies - Sikhs

Topic: Drop Letter - Add Letter
Posted: 29 Jan 2020 00:11

Hacks - Shake

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Dandelion Days

The school bell sounded for the end of term. Richard rose and slung his satchel across his broad back. The summer of 1914, the last of his dandelion days of youth, stretched ahead like an endless shimmering dream. Strong as a heartbeat, his boots clipped a rhythm on the road, while from a field, an old bay horse lifted its heavy head to watch him pass. Impulsively, Richard flung his tie over...

Added 14 Feb 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 81 | 7 Comments

A Postcard From Moscow

Burdened with shopping, Magda boarded the bus and eased carefully into a window seat. She ran over her menu of tasks. Collect her husband's medicine from the pharmacy, change his bed, prepare borsch for lunch, then clean the house. Just as the bus started to move, a young woman appeared and tapped on the door. Magda caught her look of incomprehension as she watched the bus barge its way...

Added 13 Feb 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 61 | 1 Comment

Man Friday

To me you will always be Friday, because I met you on that day. I recall a line of shoe prints on a sawdust floor. How you crossed to where I sat, sleek as a parrot, on a stool in a Bristol bar. You touched my hand as I made the call. Then sheltered in our hired room, I tasted sweat, splashed on midnight skin. Of course, I woke to find you hostage to the night. But the scent of sandalwood...

Added 08 Feb 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 261 | 3 Comments

Crew Cut

"Yes, I'm sure that's what I want," I said, to the girl with peroxide curls. "But it's for boys." She took in my jeans, shiny boots and check shirt, unsure how to continue. "You're such a pretty girl too." In the salon's mirror, I watched my girlfriend nod proudly then return to her fashion magazine. The stylist sighed and plugged in her clippers. Their sound played reassuringly in my...

Added 06 Feb 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 79 | 2 Comments

Fishing For Salmon

Each day for a week he visited the fishing shop. Some days he would make a purchase. On others just stand close to my counter and silently examine the rows of rods and reels.  Late on Saturday afternoon he arrived with a salmon. He planned to cook and eat it that night. "You'd be welcome to join me." The fish looked shop bought. But most of my boyfriends had been liars and I liked salmon....

Added 05 Feb 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 93 | 8 Comments

Don't Look Black

Behind the bar the lines of coloured bottles swam before his bleary eyes. He gazed across the room to where Fiona sat with her drama society friends. She was deep in conversation with a handsome black man. The new short hairstyle suited her. "Another large one, Charles?" When he looked again their seats were empty. His damp forehead felt heavy against his hand. Charles returned to...

Added 29 Jan 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 103 | 2 Comments

A Fairytale Of New York

Emerging from the subway I checked inside my document case for the tenth time. In it was my story and a letter inviting me to meet with Abel Zanzinger. As the icy wind bundled me along West 51st Street, I remembered the promise I'd made to myself. Either get my story included in Zanzinger's forthcoming anthology of new writers or return to my job at the bank. Inside the Hotel Raphael...

Added 26 Jan 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 113 | 4 Comments

Kennedy's Children

'It was already November the twenty-second.' Diane glanced at the letter and attached visiting order. 'Another Christmas alone.' She switched on the radio for the news. The final item made her smile. Girls sobbing in the streets because they were unable to buy tickets for a concert. At thirty- four Diane was too old for The Beatles. Today was Friday. The insurance man was due. She...

Added 22 Jan 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 128 | 5 Comments


Each weekday, after her husband has left for his office, Claudia covers canvasses with solid colour. Mid-morning she walks her small dog. On Mondays she meets a friend for lunch. Other days, weather permitting, she sits shrouded in shades at a pavement cafe. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons she meets a lover. Afterwards they lie back on tangled sheets and bicker about politics and...

Added 20 Jan 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 143 | 4 Comments


Who the watcher, who the watched? And who can truly say? That they are ever quite alone, As they rise to meet the day. Many years back then For reasons not obscure. Wrapped in the cloak of Soho Like a million souls before. He watched an act as old as time, But never came to know You don't have to be Prince Hamlet, To take part in the show. In a cell with bars of loneliness He...

Added 11 Jan 2020 | Category Songs | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 126 | 5 Comments

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