There’s a track that becomes too rigorous for vehicles after quarter of a mile, up past old Jimmy Fleming’s, the retired stone mason, who still, occasionally repairs the odd wall after a storm’s caused a bit of bother. Jim Fleming, a master of balancing a fag on his bottom lip, no matter how prevailing aContinue reading “Cartmel Fell”
When you’ve murdered another human being and you decide against confessing, you bury it. You bury it so deep that you hit the earth’s core with your shovel. Then you fill that hole with whatever it is you can; dirt, rubble, debris, distraction, ignorance, denial, whatever it is that is going to help put theContinue reading “Bowness”
‘Oh, hi.’ I replied, distraught that I was looking a complete mess. I’d imagined bumping into Faye in the summer when I was tanned and had been able to join a gym again. Nonchalantly saying ‘Alright’ or giving her half a wave whilst laughing, surrounded by expensive bottles of red and a sea of Armani.Continue reading “High Street Part ii”
from a pleasant sleep. Pleasant dreams. Instantly forgetting any connotation; basking only in serenity. The window was open ajar, allowing a mild breeze to freshen the room. I stretched, content, confused, unsure of where I was. The faux feeling of equanimity on the surface began to crack like a crème brûlée. Incandescent molten horror oozedContinue reading “High Street”
I stood motionless, staring at the body. For a second I thought I saw it move, or maybe it was just his jacket rippling in the wind. It was hard to tell. I lifted my eyes, keeping my head low, cautiously observing left to right. I couldn’t see a soul. Turning quickly, I looked behind.Continue reading “Helvellyn Part ii”
Friday. One o’clock finish. Any working day that ends at one is alright in my book. It was ten AM. The beautiful mind in me calculated that four, no three hours remained. Despite the early finish Fridays had a tendency to drag. Expectation lingered, pushing against the ticking hands of time. The kettle boiled. TheContinue reading “Helvellyn: Part i”
The brew hut was a chamber pot of toxicity. The manager, a fervent supporter of schadenfreude, constantly scoured the workplace for any signs of joy that he could rip out like a rose amongst thorns. What events must have unfolded in his life for him to have ended up so bitter, so full of hate?Continue reading “Cockshott Point”
In the AM. About seven. The sound of hooves cantering along tarmac brought me out of what was my first decent night’s sleep in quite some time. ‘A horse.’ I said aloud smiling, still drowsy, sounding six years old. I turned, ducked under the rainmaster silver venetian blinds and looked out of the window behindContinue reading “Red Screes”
My eyes struggled adjusting to the bright florescent lighting reflecting off the immaculate floor tiles in the showroom. I sat on a perfectly Feng Shui positioned leather couch accompanied by a metal legged glass top table. The receptionist, a slim, leggy brunette twenty something peered over the top of her smoothed square framed glasses fromContinue reading “Claife Heights”
I was back in my car speeding along a B-road heading back toward the office. I knew what was coming. I kept repeating to myself that everything was going to be fine. Everything’s always fine. Not that my shaking left hand, aching jaw and nauseating swell in my ever-deepening stomach bought into my forced positivity.Continue reading “Arnside part ii”
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