A windy day of nothing to do. The overcast pall of sunrise had congealed itself upon morning’s doorstep and now weakly began to illuminate the lower-lying clouds that stuck to the horizon’s edge like porridge clinging to a kitchen sink.Dissatisfied with stillness, the wind exhumed a stagnant patch of air and flung and it carelessly … Continue reading Breakfast in the park
Tag: Morning
The Morning Vast and Unquiet
Two men stared ponderously at the schematic of their broken radio. Both, gravely unsure and too terrified to ask if the plans were upside down, scratched their heads and made considered hmm-like noises, while each hoping that the other may have a moment of epiphany so they could radio in for more milk.The sky was a … Continue reading The Morning Vast and Unquiet
The Last of the Mornings
Station 60. The road reaches [REDACTED]...…‘Well the raido’s dead.’ Knocking the input microphone against its transmitter, Mason frowned as his pugilistic methods of fault finding had failed to make good whatever problem was bricking the station radio. ‘What do you reckon R922 ERR is?’ he said, placing the microphone down and giving the isolation transformer … Continue reading The Last of the Mornings
Morning’s melody
‘Controller to station 32, come in 32’ Control repeated the radio call another time in hopes that 32 would pick up. He never did. Sitting on the roof, and distantly staring at the lazy cloud mass drifting overhead, the operator of station 32 had heard the call but wasn’t planning on responding anytime soon.It was … Continue reading Morning’s melody
Morning’s dust
‘You ever notice how Martin uses a lot of chimney sweep slang?’ The pasteled hue of a morning sky streaked across the horizon.Baulking in fright against sunrise, the wind decided to remain still with pale hope that no one noticed, it was a stillness that almost echoed.In a shack of curled wood and stolen nails, … Continue reading Morning’s dust
The Failed Cultist Part III
Quiet and indifferent, the crest of morning began to build with a lazy amble upon the horizon. The mud yellow of sunrise filtered across Balendup, illuminating the chaotic mess of a third story apartment and a ritual left abandoned. Blood, still damp on the kitchen table, stagnantly reflected a small sun dog onto a patch … Continue reading The Failed Cultist Part III
What is Peppermint?
What is peppermint tea? Peppermint tea says a lot about you as a person. It says “Hey this guy or gal is a rambunctious go getter and man they’re looking really swell today.” Unfortunately the psycofrequencial good vibes emitted by the, very encouraging, tea are at a polar dissonance to human brain patterns and can … Continue reading What is Peppermint?
Weight Of Weight
“Clocks move slower than time. It’s science, or at least something very science adjacent, surely. If only they’d fund the research.” The nebulous definition of “they” in which the bored thoughts flitted lackadaisical, were beginning to move onward toward what many male thoughts will do if given idleness. “If that man came at me … Continue reading Weight Of Weight
The Two Undertakers
While ambling down main street, not one month ago, I passed the local graveyard. Now I am in no way a morose person but the whims of the fickle caused me to take a stroll within.As I passed some beautifully constructed memorials my wanderings approached two Gravediggers toiling upon a fresh grave. One, A rather portly … Continue reading The Two Undertakers
Yawn, Breakfast
The sunrise falls with the familiar thud of a Tuesday morning. Bleeps of urgency, hidden amongst the repercussions of an anarchistic filing system, leave three dreams short of enough sleep to collect their fragments and give consciousness a try.The “merrily” chirping alarm, continues to go about its job with such a professional aplomb that it … Continue reading Yawn, Breakfast
Sunday Short Stories 