fiction – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Two Ghosts

The waiter brought the mug from the front bar, just like the singer had requested: half full of white wine. The crowd was different through here, the buzz of the front bar seemed another world. He left the mug by the piano and smiled at the singer. She was sitting by the window, singing aboutContinue reading “Two Ghosts”

Blue

Part One The light is fading out,The shadows have a new lease of life.I cough once, twice.I sound like a motorcycle engine starting up.I breathe in deep,Fuck.Fuck this. The day never started.I’ve slept.Not much else. My lungs feel like concrete.Every breath is a battle.Wearing me down.Wearing me out. Got the lights down low. I tookContinue reading “Blue”

Drive Home

One Some days she loves me. Some days she hates me. And some days she can’t make up her mind.I don’t blame her,I understand. Nobody is perfect. Least of all me. So I get up. Get dressed. Shirt and tie. Aftershave.Paracetamol.I go to work. The dealership on the corner. Clock in.Clock out. “I’m buying.” “I’mContinue reading “Drive Home”

Lighting Fires

Walking through the station.All human life is here.Someone is playing piano.Drawing a crowd.Keep moving.Gordon street,Summer light.People everywhere.Music playing across the road.Couple arguing on the corner.Making my way through the crowd.Light of the living.Am I just getting older?Time without reason.Or purpose.But the days that rustHaven’t got me yet. The lonely spot, where you watched them walkContinue reading “Lighting Fires”

Big Empty

Doug tore at the guitar string. His fingers were shredded, the guitar fed back. Louder and louder till it was ringing in his ears. He looked at the notebook. Big Empty. He grabbed a glass and knocked back the drink. He was nearly sick as he picked up the bottle and threw it against theContinue reading “Big Empty”