Afternoon at a Yard of Bricks and Lawn

The heat was pleasant, in the distance of several fence-lines a lawnmower hummed against the melody of a Sunday afternoon. The smell of dry-cut grass, the call of laughter from the park across the road, every piece had been interwoven into a tapestry of the perfect day and its beautiful simplicity was awashed with a … Continue reading Afternoon at a Yard of Bricks and Lawn →

Tinned Peas and a Bottle of Beer

'Did you know that a beer bottle fits perfectly inside an empty can of snow-peas?' 'What are you on about?' Claire replied, vocally severing the prefix off of the word nonplussed and tossing the lexical fragment into a bin, 'Please don't tell me this is how you spent the day, Martin, you were supposed to … Continue reading Tinned Peas and a Bottle of Beer →

Long Way to Monday

Cardy had a long way to Monday. The thoughts of the sepia hued sunset that lived beyond today enriched the penultimate start of another shift and called the moths of revelry to assemble around the lightbulb of hedonism--the slump of Monday morning not yet ordaining to obscure their delusion. Yes, it was hot, yes, the … Continue reading Long Way to Monday →

Beer in a Wine Glass

Beer in a wine glass and the warm summer sun that bakes down upon the frosted surface of an outdoor dining table. Four chairs sit casually around this table, each in turn covered by a faded pinstripe plastic--once green and now only washed by rain and sunlight; they grow tacky under the heat of the … Continue reading Beer in a Wine Glass →

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 →