He examined the ash trees, inspecting for withered and sickly leaves, and came away satisfied to find none. He checked for broken sticks and impressions of boot prints in the mud but only the usual residents presided there, the snails and ants navigating through their miniature dwellings.
Read MoreThe four of us were playing, rushing down the street on our bicycles. We moved from side to side, competing in a game of chicken with the cars.
Read MoreThat night you dreamt of past times, times of trains and horses, of castles and kings, of dances and rituals, of rivers and forests. And in the morning you woke up with a new noise, one you hadn’t heard before.
Read MoreI was enjoying my usual routine, until I encountered an old flame of mine. Splendid. We locked eyes and that’s when I realised that after all these years, there was a lingering connection between us.
Read MoreHalfway through our interview, Mr Dover has another vision. He sits there, vacant like an abandoned house, limbs lying limp over the sides of the chair.
Read MoreSoon the stage would fill, Kathleen thought, soon the lights would change and with this change of light the tables would turn. The watchers would be plunged into silent darkness, taciturn anonymity, and the authoritative, organised, silencing cacophony of the opening overture would reign in the hall.
Read MoreThough there is a funny thing about a life as quiet as this. You realize that the silence has its own little sounds that it keeps to itself, but is willing to share with those who listen. Like a sound such as you.
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