Two crows flew silently overhead, their quiet wings, charcoal black, cut sharply across the sky like tears or imperfections. It was autumn’s first cold day. Brown and red leaves hung lowly from their branches as a tired walker held a hand against their side and yawned, their clouded breath expanding amongst the morning dew: an … Continue reading The Wanderings of a Crow
Category: A polis as yet unnamed
A city of twisting streets and ever expanding brick roads.
Polis, A Winter’s Night in Dreaming
It was cold in the city.Traffic of blunt yellows and reddened bitumen lay halted in stuttering cacophony as another arc of muddy sunlight glowered above the smog laden sky of Polis.Dissatisfied pigeons, all mottled and grey, roosted upon their chilly ledges and dumbly pecked at a reflection of themselves, rapping staccato upon the glass and … Continue reading Polis, A Winter’s Night in Dreaming
A Knock at the Door
A single knock landed upon my door much in a way that a bookcase might fall down a set of stairs. The heavy handed slap of deadweight echoed through each corner of my small apartment, seemingly to make sure that every groutline, every granule of dust, knew that the door had just been resoundingly knocked. … Continue reading A Knock at the Door
A Nervous Man of Erratic Disposition
A short story about life, twisted and ready to fall into a running tragedy of escaped marbles.
Night Walk
It was night. It could have been any time of day really but as the shyness of the moon hung over the two smokestacks upon the edge of town, now ceased in their billowing rumble, it could only have been night.A small patch of a walkway circled its way up the hill close to my … Continue reading Night Walk
Stairs for Silos
‘These stairs are going to be the death of me today’, said Martin as his mind and body unified toward the idea of a ten minute break.Part-way through an explorative stretch the old labourer began to cough in pain as he reached upward and tried to twist some of the stiffness out from his lower … Continue reading Stairs for Silos
Breakfast in the park
A windy day of nothing to do. The overcast pall of sunrise had congealed itself upon morning’s doorstep and now weakly began to illuminate the lower-lying clouds that stuck to the horizon’s edge like porridge clinging to a kitchen sink.Dissatisfied with stillness, the wind exhumed a stagnant patch of air and flung and it carelessly … Continue reading Breakfast in the park
Holes, About Six Feet
‘Say we bury it?’ the old gravedigger rasped as his cigarette stained breath eked itself from his lungs and visibly fowled the surrounding air with an emphysemic wheeze, ‘I know a good place.’ The grey sun was setting upon the horizon with a tangible ambivalence toward yet another Tuesday–nothing good seemed to happen on a … Continue reading Holes, About Six Feet
Sunday Short Stories 