THE MINISTRY OF DISTRACTION

'What's it to be today, Sir?' 'Options?' 'Well, we have the usual of course: immigration outrage, racial injustice, free school meals for the poorest children...' 'Stop, stop, stop. Are you mad? All of those can be linked back to me. What else?' 'Ah, you want something a bit juicier, more conspiracy theory. How about the … Continue reading THE MINISTRY OF DISTRACTION

THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

She could hear her mother's voice from the grave, 'Is it worth it?' The world tilts out of kilter. Sun sears her eyeballs. Cool tarmac against her face. Shards of broken green glass. A dent in a red metal bin. Memories of the night before. Anger and hatred. Standing firm. Too slow to run. Her … Continue reading THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

GORODSKOY PARK

Gorodskoy Park in the sunshine. Not the most beautiful park. More concrete than greenery, but well-maintained. A series of paths connected by roundabouts. Along the wider walkways, freshly painted green benches, shaded by overhanging wispy branches. So what was I doing in this nondescript park in the middle of Minsk? Well, that is a longer … Continue reading GORODSKOY PARK