Sitting in the back booth, the smell of coffee rolling through the place.I’ve been here for a while. In the silence.The jukebox is playing softly, the piano has been drinking, not me.Do they have jukeboxes anymore? Is this a dream?Suddenly a figure appears. Haunted, hands bloody. Checking its watch.“Times short.”Then he’s gone.I hear a soundContinue reading “Ashtrays and Sunlight”
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Shelter From the Storm (and the bins) or Bin-nado
It went from a yellow alert to an amber alert to a red alert. Danger to life. A little too quickly. The fearless one is away to work. Healthcare. You don’t really have a choice. I’m sitting here and the wind is howling down the chimney. I hear a crash and a bash. Pulling backContinue reading “Shelter From the Storm (and the bins) or Bin-nado”
Escape Down the Alley
The city was quiet this time of the morning. The last of the drinkers and the clubbers had made their way home and the rest of the world hadn’t woken up yet. The occasional taxi roared past, breaking the early morning quiet, its lights reflecting on the wet ground as a slow cold December rainContinue reading “Escape Down the Alley”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 