Relic Station commute, cloudy breath – warm coat. I slip my hand into my pocket and find, not hankies and the change I keep for shop doorway residents, but a mask. Paper cotton, ear loops and that unforgettable yeasty breath smell. I’d put those birdsong bright days of fear and wide empty roads away. They’d […]
Two years ago – 96 words
Masks
On the most ordinary of outings Between the seasonal specials and the dog food That’s where it happens Crossing off baked beans and then You look up and There is a baby who doesn’t smile back Why would he? The woman with the liver-spotted knuckles and the sardines in her trolley List, tightly clutched Her […]
Thoughts on the end of home learning (fingers crossed)
Back to school – real, actual, muddy knees, bell going school – next week. I have never been keener for a Monday morning scurry. And neither has Boy Three. At first it was interesting to peep into the classroom through the Zoom window and my theoretical admiration for teachers now has more evidence than any […]
