A heavy deftness, that can only be felt in autumn, hovered above the ground. Leaves rusted, curled and fell softly onto dew laden grass, paling below. Peter, who had now been up a good hour, watched the beginning of the end of another year from his bedroom window. Autumn had always been his favourite season.Continue reading “The Fast Lane”
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Good Deed for the Day
Barack Obama once said, ‘If you were to ask, “When in human history would be the best time to be born?” The time would be now.’ But on this particular balmy July morning I was hammering a sign next to my parents’ backyard gate, that led into a National Trust owned meadow, “Do not throwContinue reading “Good Deed for the Day”
The Silent Treatment
After killing time for three hours, wandering aimlessly around the Northern Quarter, I drove to the lighting hire company near Stockport. I had been troubled all day from a fall out with a friend and now more frequently, boss – Ben. The reason I write “more frequently” is because I’m self-employed, but most of myContinue reading “The Silent Treatment”
The Harbour
The tide was beginning to creep around the bottom of the sunken hulls when Charlie, a tall 24-year-old with broad shoulders but otherwise narrow frame, walked down through the cobbled streets, passing tightly packed Cornish fishing cottages, built from rough-faced granite stone. Along the street running adjacent to the harbour, he kicked broken mussel shells,Continue reading “The Harbour”
The Wasp
Paul sat at the kitchen table, porridge dripping from his chin, reading a rejection email from a literary agent regarding a novel he’d written. No ordinary, regurgitated copy and paste rejection. An exclusive rejection with soul and dignity. Almost felt like an acceptance. Gave him a foolish expectation. Like a girlfriend you love deeply callingContinue reading “The Wasp”
The Long Goodbye
The last chapter of the book drilled it home. Alcohol is poison. Drilled home the fact, I, along with everybody else who drinks, is addicted – whether they knew it or not. Drilled home the fact we’d all been brainwashed from birth into thinking alcohol is always the answer. That it calms us, takes theContinue reading “The Long Goodbye”
Gimps and dive bars
It was somewhere between half 3 and 4 mid-May, driving into Blackpool. Not as hot as you’d expect for that time of year, but still I wore the flowered pattern short sleeve shirt I’d bought a few weeks earlier in Jersey, with a pale-yellow t-shirt underneath. Hen parties accompanied with blow up sex dolls underContinue reading “Gimps and dive bars”
Rambling Rambles 