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”
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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”
Let’s Go
“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”
Days
Sometimes I think about the days. I’ve already had more than some, and less than others. Some just ran away from me, whether I let them or not. The days I remember best are the ones I rose to meet. Making something from nothing. And I think about the other days. The ones where IContinue reading “Days”
Out of Habit
Life is a firecracker sometimes, and sometimes it’s a little bar like this. This just suits me down to the ground. The Harbour Pub, it never stops surprising me just how many people it fits when it looks like someone’s front room. The library round the corner, quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. Get a bookContinue reading “Out of Habit”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 