The rain softly falls upon ancient bricks and day takes on a melody rarely seen within these Eastern Steeps. A pattern of droplets tentatively fall to the ground and paint a portrait of spots across the small courtyard, slowly giving life to the canvas of moss and ancient brickwork that has rested untouched for time … Continue reading A Song of Rain
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Long Way to Monday
Cardy had a long way to Monday. The thoughts of the sepia hued sunset that lived beyond today enriched the penultimate start of another shift and called the moths of revelry to assemble around the lightbulb of hedonism--the slump of Monday morning not yet ordaining to obscure their delusion. Yes, it was hot, yes, the … Continue reading Long Way to Monday
The Absent Wind
The wind had left us. The Earth, halted in its celestial arc, sighs, knowing that memory will be trapped in the hollowness of this new absence.It once walked with us, this gentle wind; through sprawling history and as far as time can unwind upon itself, the wind has played parts in both mundane and monolithic. … Continue reading The Absent Wind
Morning’s Waiting Part I
‘They always make that noise,’ Talbot shouted above the rumble of the switch-room, his words were muffled in their usual way from the tail of a half-smoked cigarette wedged into the corner of his mouth.Closing the access panel behind him, the engineer loafed down the ladder and looked out into the depths of the jumbled … Continue reading Morning’s Waiting Part I
Fire & Socks
It was an elongated stretch of boredom that led me to throw a pair of socks against the brick wall of my apartment, one afternoon misspent and wanting of purpose. To my surprise, the dull thud of knitted cotton on render had found itself to be just quiet enough that it might not wake my … Continue reading Fire & Socks
A Walk Around Trugala Station
‘You may not know this, but every goat in Australia is orientated by nautical terms.’ Walking past a ramshackle gate without fence, the old farmer, known as Noel, placed his boot up on a shin-high post and looked off into the flat of a long-stretching horizon, ‘clerical error I heard, way back in the seventeens … Continue reading A Walk Around Trugala Station
A Note Left on My Fridge III
Hark!Hark, I wailsome-ly call to the heavens and hells of mighty horsemen bounding toward apocilypta! Hark, I call out so loudly that seraph above become unseated from their cloud and scatter halo, serif marks and dainty wings across the landscape below, falling to the vortex of your abandon. Why must this house of fragility be … Continue reading A Note Left on My Fridge III
A King’s Coup De Grace
I always assumed that I’d die surrounded by my friends, their steely knives bearing down upon me as I looked up in surprise to be cut down: inexplicably thinking about Caesar and wishing I took better notice of the exit path. A king’s death, that’s how I wanted to go. Not a gout laden heart-burst … Continue reading A King’s Coup De Grace
On Engineers
Everything has the potential to be used as a hammer and the founding core of any engineer’s life is in improving the arc of impact, or just working out a way to stop people from trying to use the thing as a hammer to begin with. It’s an application of weighted intent alleviated with the … Continue reading On Engineers
Come In, Sit Down, Leave Your Shoes On
Good morning darling! Did the horses behave themselves round the Arndells? Gorgeous view, you can see all the way to the back of your own collar when the weather clears, ha-ha; how was the weather though? Good? Warm enough? You might not have heard, but two summers back a ghastly wind came through and blew … Continue reading Come In, Sit Down, Leave Your Shoes On
Sunday Short Stories 