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”
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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”
Number 7
The rain stopped, finally. Folk hurried through the Cross. Shoppers, pub-goers, chasing the sudden sun. Stuart had the guitar. Finding an E chord. A scavenged piece of string tied neck to base for a strap. He had it slung over his shoulder, like it had always been there. People walked by, didn’t pay him anyContinue reading “Number 7”
Sunday
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”
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”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 