About CallmeJayne


Wife, historian, entrepreneur, dreamer, believer. 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. Different versions of some of my stories appear on other story websites.

Jayne Good
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East Sussex, United Kingdom
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27 Feb 2020 15:14
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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Not sure how you arrived at Awash so:

Waste - Wants

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Ignore - Attend

Topic: Synonyms
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Fantasising - Wishing

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Envisioning - Dreaming

Topic: opposite word game
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Divulge - Secrete

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Store - Roses

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Underhanded - sly

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Disreputable - Untrustworthy

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Skies - Sikhs

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Hacks - Shake

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All The Colours Of The Night

Often lately, when he is spent And I drift, abandoned in the dark. You colonise my restless mind To will my fingers strum and pick And flash like fishes, until our  Rough dark music, explodes In all the colours of the night....

Added 26 Feb 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 31 | 1 Comment

Party Games Near Newbury

In a room prescribed for dancing Our deep breath through a kiss, You feigned not to notice For nothing did you miss.   I felt your eyes devour me,  As my fingers traced his face. You watched his hands explore the skin, Beneath my dress of lace.   We passed you in the doorway, My scent predicted sin. Your wife to honour and agree to Take a stranger in....

Added 22 Feb 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 78 | 5 Comments

Heroes Of The Revolution

Because Viktoria wanted to keep her occupation a secret, she travelled seventy kilometres each morning to work.  Today was the first of November and the familiar landscape lay covered by a fresh fall of snow. Gazing from the bus at the uniform whiteness, her thoughts turned to husband, Ivan. He had changed  since she started her new job. Often in a bad mood and forever criticising...

Added 19 Feb 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 4.86 | Views 175 | 5 Comments

You And Me And Pocahontas Makes Three

To attend the wedding I'd need a ride. A time machine to take me there. Virginia, 1614. All night under a blanket, in a tepee, with the bride to be. Then maybe on the way back home, I'd stop off in another state and time. To lie in the long grass with you and watch the men dismantle another tent. The lip gloss on your cheek will fade, long before the circle left by the circus on the grass.  ...

Added 18 Feb 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 104 | 4 Comments

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 106 | 8 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 79 | 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 287 | 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 99 | 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 124 | 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 114 | 2 Comments

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