Turbine West: Part 3

'The boiler's at over temperature.' The thin voice of an electrician was barely audible over the alarm that had sent the workers of nervous disposition running for the fire escape and enticed the more interested bystanders from the lunchroom. 'It's a boiler, they're supposed to be hot.' Helma shouted back with obstinance, her presence looming … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 3 →

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 →

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 →

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 →