To Fish in a Waterless Creek with a non-existent Rod

On Coalbank road there is a bend of listless navigation and beside that bend there is a stump. Be it a marker or simple piece of passing scenery, this stump has become indelible to the bend of Coalbank road, existing as the setting sun that lives within an amber skyline. The dirt road of this … Continue reading To Fish in a Waterless Creek with a non-existent Rod →

A Note Left On My Fridge.

‘Hark’ the vile creature spat through yellowed teeth, treachery dripped in steady trickle from his asinine tongue. ‘We're out of milk’ he cried, ‘we're out of milk’ he lied. But I knew of his stash, swaddled in deception and hidden within a tomato sauce bottle near the back of the fridge. The contents of … Continue reading A Note Left On My Fridge. →