'You never listen.' Glisten. The sun dancing on the water. 'You're never there.' Dare. The cold water round his ankles. 'I've been having an affair.' Stare. A line of rocks breaking the water in the distance. 'The children will stay with me.' Free. His body weightless in the water. 'I want you out.' Doubt. Arms … Continue reading GLISTENING WAVES
Shimmering silver on the sand, the last chance to grasp it. Too late, it recedes and is gone, disappearing into the distance. Once it had been gold. Then, oil. Now it was water. The most valuable commodity in the world. Now he was left with just the sand. Worthless sand that covered the earth in … Continue reading QUICKSILVER
Archie dug his toes into the sand, relaxing in his reclining chair. From the tepee he heard Agnes clattering about. She stumbled out. 'You said you wanted a holiday with plenty of sun and sand.' He didn't open his eyes as she slumped into the chair next to him. 'Don't feign innocence. You knew what … Continue reading DESERT GLAMPING
Dust blew over the barren landscape. Tumbleweed rolled through the desert and piled up on the side of the buildings. The buildings made up the main street, the only street, of Cody, Wyoming. Outside the saloon, Jensen swept the wooden decking. As soon as the brush removed a layer of sand, the wind blew a … Continue reading THE NEW FRONTIER
A STORY OF UNDERUTILISATION IN UPPSALA, SWEDEN Sand could have taken a flight to Uppsala from Oslo and been there in under an hour, but these days he was in no rush. It had been a year since he had been put into semi-retirement. After the serial killer Dag Moen had disappeared into the Norwegian … Continue reading U IS FOR UPPSALA, SWEDEN
