A Note on My Fridge IV

Spirits of treachery, place down your lance and stab me not with your dispersions!Vile castigations cast with wyvern talon and ruinous slander shall be levelled not at me, but at the very roots of my familial line that affixes me to the ground.We are out of milk AGAIN! My cereal must be dry again. Barren … Continue reading A Note on My Fridge IV →

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 →