She pulled her carefully woven shawl, now frayed and yellowed from the dust of the years, about her shoulders. Underneath the gathering clouds, she stared out at the waters before her, waiting to hear the voice of a visitor she knew was coming.
Read MoreIt was hard to explain to somebody else, but while you were in the middle of it all, it just felt worth it. Worth the way things fell apart and worth the abruptness with which they ended.
Read MoreThe synthetic hormones travelled throughout my arms, down my legs, through my organs. They travelled up my back and seeped into my wings, and with each pump of poison, my wings began to crumble.
Read MoreI met a woman the other day. She stood still, hands stiff at her sides. The metalwork meant to serve as the skin was bright against the moonlight. Her feet, on the platform, perfectly aligned across from each other. Eyes settled in the tracks, as though she were taking in each line. The woman was curious. Curious in the way machines can be at times.
Read MoreEverywhere I went, there was a person. Nowhere in sight could I find an empty landscape, a clean sheet of grass, a skyline without a skyscraper. My car couldn’t take me away fast enough, as it grumbled all the way to Dartmoor.
Read MoreIt was a meek ‘hello’ from the sun that woke him up in the end. Eyes grittily opening, he peered around from his den of blankets and creases. Outside, beyond the curtain, lay a promise of a perfect picnic-blue sky. ‘Today’, he mused, hoped, ‘today will be.’
Read MoreThe Mother ran the back of her hand across her cheek as she swayed in time with the music. The silver wedding band on her finger cooled her skin. She recoiled, the sharp iciness of the ring almost bursting her idyllic moment, but the music swept…
Read MoreI woke up and the first thing I saw was a mini blackboard on my windowsill, underneath which someone had scribbled a schedule of events from eight to eight for each day of the week. I reminded myself that I had written that timetable, not someone else. The chalk didn’t write it, nor a past version of myself that was somehow separate from my current being. Just me.
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