The day is fading. Shadows growing. Across an empty room. Cold air drifting. Ghosts in the hallway. Calling out your name. Some things are better left. Ashes in the wind. I’m out there. Searching. Still. A last stand on this page, or close up the book and walk away. Sit in the silence. The grey.Continue reading “Last Stand”
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Blue Train #23
I woke early before the dawn. First train. It’s quiet. Beat the commuters. I’m travelling. Moving. Through the Scottish countryside. Through the minutes, hours. The day. Sun comes up. Splits the clear blue winter sky. Darkness slips away. The day holds promise. Purpose. I press play and the music bursts from my headphones. Final destinationContinue reading “Blue Train #23”
Proof of Life
Took a walk in the winter sun. The cold air stings your lungs. The cough is proof of life. The streets are quiet, but the gyms are busy. Folk still got Christmas trees up, lights shining through the windows. A few casualties still making their way home from Hogmanay parties. C’mon, pal, it was NewContinue reading “Proof of Life”
Midnight Rambler
This is chapter 10 from my book “Burn” A night walk. A cigarette. A conversation with someone on the late shift. Jean’s home. She’s exhausted. She fell asleep on the couch. I lifted her through to the bed. I got in next to her but I can’t sleep. I lay in the darkness. The streetlightContinue reading “Midnight Rambler”
Purpose
I’m not there yet.I’ve still got miles to go. But now I’m moving, with purpose, in the right direction. (Copyright Paul Andrew Sneddon)
Paul Andrew Sneddon 