A Place of Fog and Morning: Part 1

The echo of static, noise, light. And so, it was as it had ever been. A quiet town that had forgotten that sun lay below as dark clouds coiled endlessly across the coastline. A heavy grey seafoam lapped against the wood covered beach in languid pall as the grey rock of the harbour stood next to … Continue reading A Place of Fog and Morning: Part 1 →

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 →