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 […]
Hag stone – 100 words
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 […]
In the end – 100 words
In the end The day went awry – trivial, irritate you to your core kind of awry: machines that don’t start and mess that won’t stop. You know, the kind… plans slithering through my fingers, time relentlessly cranking. So, empty handed, I went to the woods where dead leaves scurried around my ankles and blank-eyed […]
Park life – 100 words
Park life Have you noticed that parking spaces have got thinner? Years ago, I’d zoom straight in dead centre, first time. No need for experimental door pushing – fingers round the end – or visions of dented Telsa sides. Even the tricky corner slots: nip in – mirror, signal, manoeuvre – slickly, unhindered by a […]