Morning’s Humour

‘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 →

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 →