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Within The World, Without. Or, The Runaways.
Within The World, Without. As children, we’d spend most of our time gazing out into imagined landscapes, but little time gazing in at the confines of the restrictive world around us, the boundaries of which were defined and limited by … Continue reading
Watchfield
My brother and I were used to sharing a bedroom; there was the established territory, the personal and shared spaces and the rules of cohabitation which were drawn up and modified almost daily. Sharing a bed, on the other … Continue reading
Bicycle Race
A bird flying overhead, should it take the time to consider the lay of the land below, would see a grid made up of streets and back alleys. Between each street and its respective alleyway are red brick houses … Continue reading
Mud…for Jean.
Mud Within the faux oak panelled walls of the funeral director’s inner sanctum, Adele could hear the faint sound of weeping. This place, she thought, was a terminus for grief; journey’s end. For many it was where they got off, … Continue reading
The Spectrum of incredulity. Part two. Maya.
Maya ‘What happened?’ Maya asked, groggily through a misty veil of uncertainty. Everything was behind her. She’d been pulled along by distant tides, bobbing on the waves, helpless, too tired to fight the inevitable pull. She saw her memories disappear, … Continue reading
The spectrum of incredulity – part one – The abduction of truth.
The abduction of truth. The armchair, Peter thought, reflected his present condition, tired, threadbare, unfashionable, unwanted and difficult to match with anything else. Not that he had much else to match it with other than a coffee table that seemed … Continue reading
Fuck it Barry
The car pulled off the road onto a lane that led to a picnic area in the forest. The driver cut the engine and relied on the lane’s slight gradient to take him and his cargo another few hundred yards … Continue reading
Earl Gray
Earl Gray Father Mathew studied the group of mourners from the corner of one curious eye, the other eye concentrated on the lighting of candles with Godly intent. Eight people huddled in a ‘mutter’ around the coffin, around the deceased. … Continue reading
The Hubris of Will
Note discovered by William in his bible…at church, last Sunday. ‘YOU Make mE SICK Will’ In the dark recesses of the mind, in the slightest crack, under dusty old crates filled with forgotten memories, lurks the beast. The beast feeds … Continue reading
Vending providence
Vending providence The first time that death had come was on All Saints Eve and Cruikshank had welcomed him with a rasping cough, a rasping cough was all the salutation he could muster. Outside, winter’s advance was marked by … Continue reading
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