grief – Paul Andrew Sneddon

And So It Does

OneThe day fades out like a bleeding man. All oranges and reds behind the tree line. Last gasps of light.Last breathe.Before night.A dog barks in the distance, but otherwise silence.I can’t even hear the main road now. Rush hour must be over. The shift change at the prison must be past now.Not too many haveContinue reading “And So It Does”

Dominoes

Sitting on the bench, a cool Wednesday morning. Tony could hear the traffic from there. Up and down Dundonald Road, all day long, the world going about its business.Here he was, just like every other day.The smell of flowers and cut grass drifted on the air.Sandwiches wrapped in cling film beside him, next to hisContinue reading “Dominoes”