Come In, Sit Down, Leave Your Shoes On

Good morning darling! Did the horses behave themselves round the Arndells? Gorgeous view, you can see all the way to the back of your own collar when the weather clears, ha-ha; how was the weather though? Good? Warm enough? You might not have heard, but two summers back a ghastly wind came through and blew … Continue reading Come In, Sit Down, Leave Your Shoes On →

A Drop of the Sheaf

It’s not on their records. A major brewer, owned by a business, owned by another business, they all have no records of it.A filing cabinet, tucked in behind the dust trap of a forgotten archive holds something resembling a receipt but nothing that mentions where it had come from, what it was sold for. Every … Continue reading A Drop of the Sheaf →

Breakfast for the Empty Pantry

I stood underneath the yellowed glow of the oven light that radiated from the central well of my kitchen cabinetry, a door left ajar and its inside housing the only light globe in my kitchen that hadn’t burnt out.Plight, it seemed, was to be my enviable decor. A stark kitchen, devoid of both plate and … Continue reading Breakfast for the Empty Pantry →

i zoí eínai ómorfi

(Life is Beautiful) Do you remember when we would stand upon the roof in the heat of summer and talk of nonsense plans that we would one day unravel upon the city below? Grand ideas of business and thievery that would drown us in money and give our grandchildren riches that they could never deserve.An … Continue reading i zoí eínai ómorfi →

How do you like your tea

‘How do you like your tea?’A voice to my right wrung hollow within the otherwise solemn emptiness of the museum corridor.Neutral white walls washed into a wooden floor of dull grey, interlinking itself within jigsaw pattern and shifting focus to the abstract of colour and artistry adorning the art wing’s vaulted walls. Each neat rectangle … Continue reading How do you like your tea →

The Killing of a Fox

Solemn eyes watched on as the Judge stepped into the churchyard and drew the iron gate closed behind him, eliciting a mournful howl as the ancient gate grated against the frost of this quiet winter morning.The sky was muted in greyness as though a blanket had been thrown across the entire heavens, a greyness that … Continue reading The Killing of a Fox →

Clarity through the base of a glass

I saw it, perfectly resonant within utmost clarity. Criss-crossed lines of overpolish glow luminescent behind the last draught of ale as my tipped glass catches the sun, refelcting in golden radiance.A late-Autumn wind ambles through the sky and appears to almost steal the daylight from the air as it passes, following the sun’s dip below … Continue reading Clarity through the base of a glass →

Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key

Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key. A hinge screams as the door is pushed open–whoops, I wanted to be quiet, too late now. Creeping inside I close the door and kick off my shoes, the facade of silence is removed but I continue moving lightly for nothing but my own sense … Continue reading Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key →

Waiting room

A room.I often find myself in things like rooms. Rat-run mazes of brick and mortar that deaden traffic’s hiss and seem to grip to the earth like a terrified fist, raging against time, raging against the eventual rubble that it will one day become. A concrete burden of brutalist architecture, so unapologetically hewn from simplicity that … Continue reading Waiting room →

To Manufacture a Planet

Simple really, the needs of existence grow more complex as time progresses onward.Think of a newborn baby, a human that is incapable of surviving without assistance. But, unlike their adult contemporaries, this child’s needs can be met moderately easily. We age, we learn, and within reason we gain reason.This is where things begin to get … Continue reading To Manufacture a Planet →