Part 2: Dinner I’m off the bus and walking down to the station. I got off a stopearly just so I could walk down the street, get a feel for the cityand feel the energy. It’s a different place from home, that’s forsure, but it’s like slipping into an old pair of shoes. Down pasttheContinue reading “Drinking with Frankie”
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Escape
This is some of the writing from my story ‘Follow the Light’ And we are off, bleary-eyed, into the Ayrshire morning. Emmylooks gorgeous, her short blonde hair and a smile that I wouldnever tire of seeing. My car sitting on the street coughs up a cloud of exhaust fumesas I turn the key. A fewContinue reading “Escape”
I Am Here
Run my hands through the earth, The dirt between my fingers,The rain finally stops falling, The wind drifting through the trees. My voice travelling across the valley, My feet planted in the ground. My coat smells like vape, The rush of the city, Running in my veins, People rushing, traffic, noise, shouting, anger, hands, grabbing, reaching. Stop. Open my eyes. Breathe in, The trees swaying in the breeze. Breathe out, TheContinue reading “I Am Here”
The Subway Loops
Tumble out of the 9 to 5. Time to kill, but where to go? The pub holds promise, but I need to stay sober. If I can. The underground just keeps going. Loops. All day long. For the price of one ticket. Got time to kill. A cold winter day. It keeps you warm. NoContinue reading “The Subway Loops”
Back Step
Dinner on the back step,In the late evening sun.Last few moments of daylight,the night is coming on. Spanish chicken, rice and salad,“Doctor’s orders” they say.Ah fuck,I’m older than I’d like to be,But I’m grateful for the day. © Paul Andrew Sneddon
Paul Andrew Sneddon 