‘What would you say the standard measurement of milk is?’There was a depth to the seemingly innocent question that threatened to upend the sanity of the so recently begun shift term. Seconds passed as Neil tried to internalise the question. ‘Governed by who?’ he asked, warned about engineer Cuddy’s hypotheticals and wary of an argument that … Continue reading Morning’s Humour
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A Station on Distant Morning
Cuddy peered into the gloom of their lantern-dim headlights and wondered if it was still safe to drive.The sun had risen recalcitrantly as the engineer left repeating station that morning, and the hasty approach of oncoming night had brought with it a vast blanket of snow spanning far beyond the fields of tussock and mire. … Continue reading A Station on Distant Morning
Morning’s Reflection
Rain pelleted against the window as amber lights sketched the line of a city beyond the salt flats. One by one the lights dimmed, the horizon and solemn ground becoming endless in their opaque seam. Crackling, the receiving station’s radio scanned into a home channel, half-static cruelling whatever vinyl-scratched music the operator had chosen to … Continue reading Morning’s Reflection
The Wanderings of a Crow
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
A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 6
The radio held two bands. Dotted stations aligned just beyond sight that operated on the longwave. The voice of each station was clear, its equipment easy to replace. Operators chatted idly when traffic was low, they collected information, they researched. Theirs was a signal that darted across the sky in murmuration, a pattern of dialog, … Continue reading A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 6
A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 4
Amalie…Amalie! Light returned in a concussion of noise, confused vision crackling to life behind tired eyelids. The wavering talk of people close by was muffled and made Amelie feel as though among friends. There was laughter; smells of lamp oil and frying fat intertwined with the humid air; a vague sweetness settled underneath her awakening … Continue reading A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 4
A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 3
The Port was a small cut of land. A single street of roughly hewn timber and dark tile. Brick chimneys lain on occasional rooftop and standing in contrast to a place built more from necessity than comfort. Lining the snow-covered road where a row of steps, haggard and worn. They lead into each house and … Continue reading A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 3
A Place of Fog and Morning: Part 1
The echo of static, noise, light. And so, it was as it had ever been. A quiet town that had forgotten that sun lay below as dark clouds coiled endlessly across the coastline. A heavy grey seafoam lapped against the wood covered beach in languid pall as the grey rock of the harbour stood next to … Continue reading A Place of Fog and Morning: Part 1
Morning’s Waiting Part II
The sky was angry.Atop a signal tower somewhere unknown and staring into the abyss of distance, an engineer named Talbot shivered in the frost-touched wind and drew his coat tighter around his shoulders.It was hard to remember the air before it was this broiling knot of rage and static, the coiling sprawl of a horizon … Continue reading Morning’s Waiting Part II
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
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