The bemused Boomer

 

This is the diary of a bemused Boomer. Teetering on the tightrope between the demands of his family and ageing Mother and his desire for more ‘me time’, he is trapped in No Man’s Land, a victim of the inter-generational war. Ecce homo, ecce Boomer, ecce Man in the Middle.

Winner of the Sandstone Short Fiction Prize, Man in the Middle is often seen in  Age Space and The Chiswick Calendar.

 

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