The seats were rough with a few frayed covers. There were empty bottles all over the floor.I turned the music up on my phone. I was out here in the middle of the night. The flat was too big, and the bed empty. The movement helped. The other passengers like ghosts in the windows. TheContinue reading “Cohen”
Author Archives: Paul Andrew Sneddon
Commit or Fuck Off
Sometimes you just start writing a sentence and follow it to where it goes, and more often than not it goes someplace you didn’t expect or weren’t ready for, and sometimes it just kills a few minutes of dead air, like on the radio where the guest hasn’t turned up, or they’re a bit nervousContinue reading “Commit or Fuck Off”
Out of Habit
Life is a firecracker sometimes, and sometimes it’s a little bar like this. This just suits me down to the ground. The Harbour Pub, it never stops surprising me just how many people it fits when it looks like someone’s front room. The library round the corner, quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. Get a bookContinue reading “Out of Habit”
May
A light bulb is burning out as the sun sets. Talking heads on the TV. Fuck off and give me peace. The window’s open but the air isn’t moving. The shadows stretching long across the floor. I can hear a train moving through the city, there and then gone. Who the fuck even watches TVContinue reading “May”
Mobile Home
The summer nights get cold here. Seems counterintuitive, but that’s just how it is. I spent the last of my retirement money on this mobile home. We’ll just drive around, sleep where we stop. We’ve been bumping around inside it like two feral cats, and it’s turning into a blood sport. I drink straight fromContinue reading “Mobile Home”
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