Healing. Sometimes when dramas and other people’s lost possession distract from tending the broken parts, things change. You, check, fleeting to find that new skin is fresh and pinkly smooth. Fine, that’s that, you say. And go about infatuations and reactions, habits clunking into place – a solid construction. Moving forward. But under the carapace […]
Summer clothes – 100 words
Summer clothes. Dawn, high blue and clear. Warm through double glazing. A day to get the boxes down from the top shelf. Hello linen, shirts with no sleeves. Sandal cages for naked toes. Dresses I didn’t wear last year, or the one before. Shorts. Espadrilles. Capris. Flip-flops. Even the names glisten in the sun. The […]
100 words on swimming
Swimming – This weekend, I became one of those women who posts photos of themselves wading into icy water wearing a bobble hat. In the dark, under the fattest, glow-in-the-dark biscuit of a moon, you couldn’t see the goose flesh as the slick cold inched upwards. And upwards. Unbearable, exquisite, until, suddenly… Oh, I can […]
Dudley – 104 words
Dudley – Yesterday, quite nice really for the time of year – slanting sun between the finely flung raindrops. Today, Dudley. Not a name to fear, to quake at, a rustling in the branches, trees untidy with twigs. But there’s a weather warning, the usual ‘don’t forget your coat’ kind of warning, the kind of […]
