Louella looking out the no-one-can-look-in glass. Everything inside the car defined. Everything outside blurring. Towns appear and disappear. Endless dual-carriage and fields. There is motion. There is none. There is heat. Burning Spear on repeat. There is no sickness. No one spoke as they drove west. They stayed the night at a clean hotel in Meredith. … Continue reading Aces, Fruits & Ingots.
Ffooks was not a particularly promising student. He excelled at almost nothing. Nothing, that is, apart from one curious skill. Who knows where these blessings come from? Despite being, from an early age, corpulent, he was, surprisingly, Five Counties Junior School Middle Distance Champion three years running. There is an intriguing photo of Ffooks (©The … Continue reading Forever Blurred.
“Don’t try to guess the weight," says Fish Man. "A pound or a stone, it'll be your arm that becomes tired in the end. The important thing is knowing when to give up the weight. The weight will slow you down.” The lad considered this awhile and the smoke hung in the room and Burning … Continue reading A Dozen Books.
He woke beneath a kitchen table. Scattered crumbs rose like far-off prairie mountains on the tiles. Through a slice of window he could see a deep crusted snow, shining on a rooftop. The sky held more snow. He was wearing someone else's jumper. Heavy, handwoven, Hebridian: blue with a daisy motif. He stared at the … Continue reading The Kiss.
The sun dropped behind the bruised horizon and the sky became plateaued in fading orange and blue. A car, bearing the legend Weston Taxis, appeared on the quiet street, stopping opposite The Playhouse. The sky was held in the theatre's windows; a ghost crowd, too; foyered. A man and a woman climbed from the taxi … Continue reading Pan & The Fluted Mimosa.
He came in through the broken kitchen window; skittering into and out of the sink and toppling the kettle from the bench as he did so. He called out hello with the voice of an imbecile, an embarrassed and scuffed-knee greeting anyway. The kettle lid ellipsing on the tiles. Nothing seemed unusual in The Fish … Continue reading Nothingness.
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