A series of corridors. Breathing hard, neither speaking. Their footsteps falling from the walls, the ceiling. The moon in the windows, repeating. The fire door. The way out. Great gulps of cold night air, both doubled over, looking all about themselves, sweating heartbeats. They were stood on a short, wooden jetty on the south side … Continue reading Plate Moon.
As the game ended it started to rain so we ran, faces wet with laughter, struggling to raise the umbrella we'd found in the overhead on the train. umbrella (cut-up, watercolour 20/07/21)
07.07.21 Kids, high-pitched, sticky faced, blitzed on jellied sweets and cake, run around the airport lounge. Magazine racks and display cabinets are pulled to the floor and the air rings with nursery rhyme. I am looking through my pockets for Kelly H's address - I had it once, long ago - I would like to … Continue reading dream diaries…107
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