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 →

Polis, A Winter’s Night in Dreaming

It was cold in the city.Traffic of blunt yellows and reddened bitumen lay halted in stuttering cacophony as another arc of muddy sunlight glowered above the smog laden sky of Polis.Dissatisfied pigeons, all mottled and grey, roosted upon their chilly ledges and dumbly pecked at a reflection of themselves, rapping staccato upon the glass and … Continue reading Polis, A Winter’s Night in Dreaming →

A Bass Rolling Down a Hill

‘Well then.’ Ash mumbled to the sight of her freely falling double bass and the confluence of varied emotion that tumbled away alongside it.Anger, a primary colour in the blind-patchwork quilt of her feelings, bubbled and broiled in forefront. Every hour of today, wasted. Every minute that she had spent lugging that impossible instrument up … Continue reading A Bass Rolling Down a Hill →

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 →