The day Fanny May won the State Exclamation Lottery - which also happened to be her birthday - she decided that almost the first thing she would do was buy her old man the boat. She was generous like this. But, first, she had to go to work. So, she clingfilmed the dish of creamed … Continue reading Hejira Rewound.
Martin Kettle, formally of Stoneyclough but now resident of Penn Beacon, was stood on a table in the Eight Kings. He was taping the fourth corner of a large poster of Bob Dylan's face to the wall at the end of the bar. "No, no, Sam," he was saying. "It's ‘uff’, not ‘ow’. Stoneyclough." He … Continue reading The Bristol Arm.
Three schoolgirls, skirted, shirted, each with a small rucksack across their white cottoned back, play a sing-song game of dance and words in the carriage. They spin & slap the upturned soles of their smart shoes together, spin & clap palms. A pleated chorus of words & laughter accompanies the frenetic routine and the motion … Continue reading Doors Closing.
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