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”
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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”
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”
Sunday
The congregation filed out. Grey hairs and suits. Alex looked at the faces. Same faces every Sunday for fifty years. Look the same, but like they sat too near the fire and they melted just a little bit. A few faces missing. More than a few, but what can you do. That’s the way itContinue reading “Sunday”
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”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 