Seven eleven
“That cat!” Shouted the bald assistant behind the counter. He came out from behind it, flapping a rolled up newspaper towards the cat. It was as comical as…
“That cat!” Shouted the bald assistant behind the counter. He came out from behind it, flapping a rolled up newspaper towards the cat. It was as comical as…
Of the sea and the sky hands weave details beyond the ordinary fibres sourced from many places blankets my background I have become accustomed to it
Jane Nash: ‘Red patent leather shoes’ The light of each moment escapes her eyes and drops like Swarovski’s most delicate crystal tears upon the place beneath. The fairy hair of a three year old. She is blond from the summer sun, the
I’m sanitising the sideboard where I lay my paper down I’m bleaching the steps at the front and back doors. I’ve got bottles of disinfectant ready for murder…
Emily wasn’t paying attention to the traffic, earbuds firmly in her ears, cranking out tunes to narrate her morning of waking, washing and going to work.
Coarse hair against hair against hair. Fingers drum down my scalp. Sleepy eyes open the clock is early. The shower blanket drains over fleshy me…
Just a sip. It is enough to register in her hair if needs be but not enough to kill her. She’s practiced the smile she now uses, urging her husband to finish…