The '70s Stories

Chapter Two. London, 1968. At the tender age of sixteen, Tiffany was well on the way to becoming a popular face. High-street brands required teen models to promote their designs for this age range. Popular names such as Woolworths, Marks & Spencer, and C&A all have departments that cater to adolescents, offering products for both girls and boys. Stores also required campaign material to display in their window and hang ar...

Chapter One. Zardania in Eastern Europe, 1972. The insistent click of the film projector started again, and as the screen lit up, an electric guitar riff played out. "The makers of Manikin Cigars have one aim in life. To bring you sheer enjoyment." A long-legged blonde, wearing a soaking-wet shirt and black bikini bottoms, appeared as the male voice spoke. She traipsed through a thick jungle and waded in a stream as the m...

1971, New York City I scraped the heel of my boot on the concrete, afraid to look at what I’d stepped in on the dimly lit street that smelled of piss and booze. Sounds of grunting came from the shadows and crevices even a cop wouldn’t dare investigate. And especially that night, I kept my head down and walked with purpose, something I’d learned when venturing into the city's seedy underbelly. West 42nd Street was part of...

It had been a hard hot last two weeks of August for Ronnie. Carl had been in an ill-tempered rough mood. His last trip to DC had not gone well. Veronica had been in her own surly mood. Not being able to spend time with Robert meant her body was perennially aquiver. She now craved her young neighbour’s touch, his kiss, and his love. Deprived of this she became upset, moody and angry. Veronica had seen Nixon on the CBS even...

Veronica felt her son’s arms wrapped around her comforting her in her grief. Robert slowly released his hug and stepped back two steps. Ronnie smiled and pressed her wizened cheek into the black marble wall. She closed her eyes. It all rushed back so easily. The Malibu wind, the sunset, the way he had held her hand; the tears began to gush forth. Ronnie remembered so many silly irrelevant things. That’s the way memories a...