Uncategorized – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Deathbed Blues

I’ll be lying in a hospital bed looking at my toes at the far end. My wife, the kids around me. Maybe old Mike from next door. Looks like he’s going to win the dead pool after all. A nurse I don’t know. Or no one at all. Who wants to die in a hospitalContinue reading “Deathbed Blues”

Slate

Summer He stood out in the street, the first light of a summer morning sneaking through. 5am. He had met Jane when he came back to town. She was working at the charity bookshop across town when he had gone in for a browse. He didn’t think he would get recognised back home but sheContinue reading “Slate”

The Art of Conversation

Standing outside the bar, the sun high in a clear skyBack inside, a few beers. Sitting at the bar. Couple of folk come and go.And back outside.Some clouds have drifted in and robbed us of a winter sunset.So I go back inside.Eddie has got me a beer waiting.Best barman in town. And the football aboutContinue reading “The Art of Conversation”