I don't mean to interfere, but people tell me that I do. Frequently. It's just a habit, I guess. Sometimes it's just taking an interest or offering advice or offering an opinion. Other times I interfere more directly. Like when I saw that guy shouting abuse at his girlfriend in the street. Or when that … Continue reading CONSTRUCTIVE INTERFERENCE
The bright red blinking lights spread across the road, breaking the pitch black of the night. I stopped and rolled down the window, feeling the unpleasant cold rain hitting my face. A police officer in a rain smock leaned over. 'Road's closed. Landslide down the mountainside.' 'The Old Military road too?' This was the usual … Continue reading LANDSLIDE
I follow her into the house. I grip the axe tightly with both hands. The door bangs behind me and the cold night air evaporates. It is claustrophobic and dusty and dark. With each step, old floorboards creak. I hear the laughter of a small child. It sounds like my Jasmine, dead these last ten … Continue reading DELIRIOUS
This wasn't where he belonged. He was comfortable in town, in the narrow, dirty streets and rundown boarding houses. He liked to be among people, even though he despised them. He felt comfort in the crowd. But he had to escape. He could feel the darkness descending again. The need. He wanted to resist it. … Continue reading THE DARKNESS
After Dad had passed away, it fell to Dave to empty out the family home. In the garden shed, Dave looked at the collection of oil cans. There was no use for them now and they weren't worth anything. He picked up one and opened the lid. There wasn't oil inside, it was something else. … Continue reading FAMILY REMAINS
