High Street Part ii

‘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”

High Street

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”

Helvellyn: Part i

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”

Cockshott Point

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”