Hope There’s an old man buying flowers twisted fingers fumbling for change, I smile and hope they are welcomed with a kiss and put into the same glass vase she’s used for years – a wedding present – because then I’ll know that love can be true and not just a story told to sell […]
4pm, Sunday, England – 100 words
4pm, Sunday, England A crisp packet cartwheels from the gutter – alone in its exuberance. The final witness, a thin black cat shrugs and slithers off to who knows where. Bare trees shudder and behind dead-eyed windows, gravy-streaked dishes are wiped and put back in cupboards. Leftovers decanted. Homework is remembered. We slump – mourning […]
