Hobley Rd. Nursery Supplies

Widely spanned drops of rain fell languidly upon the hedge-lined main street of Hobley Road; usually bustling shops lying restful in the early dawn-light. Dotted and personable, the Cafés of this street became illuminated, setting their al fresco milk crates and tables upon the pavement; an easterly wind rustling the newspapers left upon doorstep and … Continue reading Hobley Rd. Nursery Supplies →

Oxley Ln

Tree-lined and hemmed by footpath, Oxley Lane awoke to a bluster of wind drawn from the mountains and caught the faint drops of dew-frost in its passing. Gumnuts, past blossom and dry from the winter’s retreat, are shaken from their branches and fall, softly dropping upon the parked cars below, the hollow ding against windscreen … Continue reading Oxley Ln →

A Mosquito

In the fading light of nocturne, a muddy-green sky is painted above a lonely valley while the dim air of Autumn below grows humid and pure.Within the gloom there begins a memory. Patch-marked trees were hung wearily with stillness as their drooping branches lay heavy and low; the rolling bluster of day at last faded, … Continue reading A Mosquito →

The Three Accountants

‘You’ve fallen down then?’ In the dreary grim of a fog laden cemetery, two strangers gazed into the gloom and thought on matters of elevation.It was still.Lowly bowed conifers lilt wearily with dew as a breathless-air coils through branches timorous and cold. It was a furtive kind of nightfall. Where lithe shadows slip silkily between … Continue reading The Three Accountants →

A Bass Rolling Down a Hill

‘Well then.’ Ash mumbled to the sight of her freely falling double bass and the confluence of varied emotion that tumbled away alongside it.Anger, a primary colour in the blind-patchwork quilt of her feelings, bubbled and broiled in forefront. Every hour of today, wasted. Every minute that she had spent lugging that impossible instrument up … Continue reading A Bass Rolling Down a Hill →

A Forest Story

You awake to the call of birds. Dawn, still yet to rise beyond the distant hills, holds the forest in a state of darkness as the din of frantic movement appears to become alive outside the walls of your shelter. Bows of ancient oak thrash at the sides of your home and you feel the … Continue reading A Forest Story →

An Attic Story

The attic was quiet. Night had long slumbered peacefully throughout this silent kingdom. And in its darkness, an archive of passing time had been left undated. Thin slats of light and dampened noise could seldom be observed from below, as dreams of a time spent in movement would become fragmented and obscure. It was peaceful … Continue reading An Attic Story →

Life in the Stormfront

'Gods man! There are maggots in the tea.' The outpost was squalid, a tent, constructed with vapid disinterest, had been fully saturated by the morning's rain and did more to bathe the sleeping occupant than it did to passably shelter them. From the depths of the sodden canvas a rasping snore was heard and could … Continue reading Life in the Stormfront →

Complaints Department

In an office of executive minimalism, painted to be holistically awash with an abundance of cooperate grey, a single telephone rang fourteen times before it was answered. 'Welcome to the complaints department, how may I help you?' 'He-hello? Complaints?' 'Yes, my dear parrot, you are coming through quite clearly and with excellent resonance. Now, to … Continue reading Complaints Department →

Grass

'Grass is a carpet,' said Mat, yawning as he lent back onto a fence post and content in the belief that he had just discovered something quite profound.The land was vast in this part of the steppes, fields that swallowed the horizon stretched off in totalic wonder as the enormity of this world became unflatteringly … Continue reading Grass →