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 […]
A morning’s work – 100 words
A morning’s work Me: Two coffees morning work all well She: Garden patrol what’s this? Gate’s different must investigate Me: Sun dazzling, adjust desk Productivity She: Bold explorer. Queen of the highway. Following my nose see where it goes. Me: Well, look at me spreadsheeting proficiently She: Well, look at […]
Worry – 100 words
Worry When the sun shines, there’s a green-faced troll sitting on a rock. He scowls and growls and glares at me. Skin prickles and I know he’s looking and reaching… twisted fingers for me. Sticky orange eyes, like see-through scabs, promise pain and misery. So, I am surprised that when I do talk to my […]