I woke early before the dawn. First train. It’s quiet. Beat the commuters. I’m travelling. Moving. Through the Scottish countryside. Through the minutes, hours. The day. Sun comes up. Splits the clear blue winter sky. Darkness slips away. The day holds promise. Purpose. I press play and the music bursts from my headphones. Final destinationContinue reading “Blue Train #23”
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Proof of Life
Took a walk in the winter sun. The cold air stings your lungs. The cough is proof of life. The streets are quiet, but the gyms are busy. Folk still got Christmas trees up, lights shining through the windows. A few casualties still making their way home from Hogmanay parties. C’mon, pal, it was NewContinue reading “Proof of Life”
Midnight Rambler
This is chapter 10 from my book “Burn” A night walk. A cigarette. A conversation with someone on the late shift. Jean’s home. She’s exhausted. She fell asleep on the couch. I lifted her through to the bed. I got in next to her but I can’t sleep. I lay in the darkness. The streetlightContinue reading “Midnight Rambler”
The General: Kings Visit
The General leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. A loud voice was playing from his old CD player. ‘You are a great leader.’ ‘You are cool under pressure.’ ‘You are decisive.’ ‘I am Alexander the Great,’ he muttered. He sighed. He looked round the cramped office. Alexander the GreatContinue reading “The General: Kings Visit”
The Five Sightings of Santa
A short piece of dark Christmas humour. First Sighting Christmas Santa uses the chimney.This one comes through your open window. Drinks your booze.Steals your presents and strolls out the front door like he owns the place. Police are looking for a fat man in a red suit.Last seen heading up the high street with aContinue reading “The Five Sightings of Santa”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 