“I’m tired, man. I’ve been working all day. I just want to go to my bed, put some songs on, and then just sleep.” “Ah ok, well, fair enough, but what did you do last night?” “Couch. TV.” “And the night before?” “Couch. TV.” He took a drag on his cigarette. “You know that willContinue reading “Let’s Go”
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Cohen
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”
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”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 