This is Chapter 12 of my book “Follow the Light” And we are off, bleary-eyed, into the Ayrshire morning. Emmy looks gorgeous, her short blonde hair and a smile that I would never tire of seeing. My car sitting on the street coughs up a cloud of exhaust fumes as I turn the key. AContinue reading “Escape”
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Timescale
Bed rest.Doctors orders. I’m 46. I’m on a timescale.I’ve got stuff to do. I get up and walk to the kitchen.Come back.30 minutes to recover. Fuck’s sake. I’m listening to Otis Gibbs.Stories of Townes and Guy. Window open.It was sunny 30 minutes ago.Now it’s raining. The ache in my chestreminds me of something.That slipped myContinue reading “Timescale”
Me and the Rain
Open the window at 4am.Listen to the rainfalling on the window. The street.The parked cars.The garden chairI left out last night. Sit in the glowof the streetlight. Just listen. Hear a car race up the street.Too fast. Then it fades. And I’m left with the soundof the rain. The smell drifting inthrough the window. PickContinue reading “Me and the Rain”
River
Content warning: this piece contains themes of depression and suicidal ideation. If you or someone you know is struggling, support is available:Samaritans — 116 123 (UK, 24/7, free)International crisis lines — http://www.iasp.info/resources/Crisis_Centres/ A story about survival. — Paul The wind cuts across the field.The old gatehouse shadowed against the dying sun. Not a soul here.Continue reading “River”
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”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 