The human re-enters the room. Its regular forward motion seems disturbed and awkward. It grips the grey handle and pulls. It extricates a small dark coloured oddly tapered cylinder. It makes a strange twisting motion and inverts the cylinder over … Continue reading →
Maria was 55. Her hair had yet to turn grey and the natural brown roots could be seen beneath the blonde. Little Jacob toddled along in front of her, kicking the junior size football, nearly falling over with each kick. … Continue reading →
They sat on the top step, on either side the lush green undergrowth, before them the 120 steep steps that led back to the city. They both sat on a single sheet of newspaper. Neatly, symmetrically, between them sat a … Continue reading →
They stood side by side, hand in hand, looking out over the city. She was still slightly out of breath from the climb. His decades of running meant that even in his sixties, he was fit. For a time, they … Continue reading →
Hiding, covered, virtually invisible. Patiently waiting. Calm, collected, relaxed. She will come. He knows. She passes this way at exactly 5:27 every day. A careful glance at the watch. 5:22 Five minutes. The heart rate rises almost imperceptibly. Perhaps from … Continue reading →
“It’s amazing. I can do it all from my phone. Create websites, write blogs, take photos, post them…” As he spoke he had a fiery passion in his voice and eyes. By this point, most of his friends would have … Continue reading →
Holding tight to the closet door handle. Desperately trying to control my ragged breathing. I hear the scraping of a foot being dragged along the floor. A groan. I hold my breath. They don’t hear that well and they don’t … Continue reading →
She puts her head in her hands. Oh God. I know I drink too much. I know my diet isn’t perfect. But seriously. Who ACTUALLY eats five pieces of fruit and veg a day? I always wondered about microwaves. Surely … Continue reading →
“Why did you get 13 tattooed anyway?” Jimmy asked me the day I got it done. “Two reasons really mate. Firstly, as a rejection of superstition of all forms. Secondly, for luck” He looked at me and sighed. “Right. Yeah. … Continue reading →
He lives in this little wooden box thing at the side of the bridge. He’s got to be in his 80s with a beard that a warlock would be proud of. I moved here to Paris from Des Moines two … Continue reading →