bonfire skeleton

She looked among the charred wet remains. The blackened circle surrounded by damp sand. Green glass, melted, deformed, twisted into abstraction lay buried in part under the ash. She saw no smoke but she smelled the memory of it. Her fingers ran through her hair and grains of sand fell free, their landing a whisper. [...]

an old road

He slings the handles of the duffel bag over his shoulder and slips on his headphones. The sky hangs low but it’s dry and mild. There’s no breeze, for a change. He pulls his hat down low and turns the volume up a little. The ripples lap the harbour walls but he doesn’t hear them. [...]

quiet sea

Sometimes he felt the sea too quiet. It lapped the butterscotch sand with a soft whisper next to him. He closed his eyes and the whisper gave no hint as to the vastness of it. His feet sank slightly. Cool damp seeped through his trainers. He clenched his toes against the cold and opened his [...]

walk away

He placed his empty pint glass on the bar and watched for a moment as the foamy remains of the head slipped down the glass and collected in the bottom. A nod at the barman. A thanks, a short one.
The bar filled up. The regulars sifting through the awkward doors and taking their usual [...]

wedding chat

She was beautiful.
She was crying.
But it was the middle wedding, so I sort of brushed it off as such.
I was a bit drunk, so I’m not sure I remember her name.
In fact, I don’t.
But we had a lovely chat.
She was too lovely to be that upset at such a great party, and I told [...]

listening. soon.

He listened as he walked.
Hands shoved into his pockets.
Scarf wrapped tight.
Sepia lights cast
spiderweb shadows of
bare and skeletal
trees.
The whispers in the dark echoed.
Words unspoken.
Unwritten.
For now.

apologies

Apologies for the lack of activity on this blog. Writer’s block followed by medical issues are at fault. Both issues should be resolved shortly. Thanks for popping by.

on toast ii

‘You’re wet. Soaking in fact.’
He sipped the tea softly, with a whispered slurp. Brewed strong with one sugar and a dash of milk. It warmed him from the inside, reminding him how cold he’d been.
‘Yeah. Got caught in the rain. It was nice.’
‘I watched you. From the window. You sat in it.’
His bit into [...]

on toast

He didn’t mind the rain. It peppered him, the tiny droplets settling and disappearing into the fabric of his shirt. He noticed it. He tried feel each individual drop as it landed on his head. Not to count, but to give each one its due. It occurred to him for a moment to seek shelter. [...]

hazy

The giggles, the uncontrollable giggles gripped them until tears fell and their faces hurt. The boy with the beard grabbed the rugby ball and performed a strange dance while the blonde girls giggled and drew pictures. The deaf boy played guitar and the bald man pounded the bongo out of rhythm. They sang and poured [...]