The congregation filed out. Grey hairs and suits. Alex looked at the faces. Same faces every Sunday for fifty years. Look the same, but like they sat too near the fire and they melted just a little bit. A few faces missing. More than a few, but what can you do. That’s the way itContinue reading “Sunday”
Author Archives: Paul Andrew Sneddon
Minor Key Life
I walked to the Post Box this morning.Someone had taped it closed.Is this a protest? Or just someone being a prick. I walked home. She asked “what you got against minor key songs?” Me? She started laughing. “You live a minor key life” “Thanks” The sunlight cut through the hall while the radio played.I wasContinue reading “Minor Key Life”
Three Cats
The rain cleared and the three cats lay sleeping in the sun. They had found some shelter behind the wall, away from the cool breeze blowing from the Atlantic. The boy sat amongst them and sneezed. The ginger cat lifted his head. Opened his eyes. And immediately went back to sleep. While the black catContinue reading “Three Cats”
Moments
Moments I sit for a while and just enjoy the music. They are playing a blues in A. Bobby points to another guitar and to me. I pick up and put the guitar strap over my shoulder. I touch the strings; it’s mic’d up. Through a little distortion pedal. I’ll be where the music isContinue reading “Moments”
Mac
This is Chapter 8 of my story. This is where the narrator goes for a pint with his brother in law. This book deals with some heavy themes, but is chapter is lighter. Mac was back from Germany. “You should’ve seen it, pal. Honestly, Stevie. This street in Dusseldorf, the Kon… the King… hold on.”Continue reading “Mac”
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