story – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Seen

People walked past her without looking. Someone in the crowd bumped into her and just kept moving. She saw a wee cafe on the corner, pushed the door open and it was scotch pies and soup and warmth. A waitress walked by and smiled. “Hiya, just sit anywhere you like.” She took a seat nearContinue reading “Seen”

Shore

Looking down on the water. My car parked by the wall.Two weeks since I moved into this hotel down by the shore. It’s seen better days, but it’s still standing.Kind of like me.Swanky resorts are for accountants and bloodless retreats. Here, I’m meeting ghosts.The guy smoking on the step with his pal. Or the lassieContinue reading “Shore”

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”

Drinking with Frankie

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”

Moments

This is the companion to ‘Shelter.’ Music breaks the silence. I sit for a while and just listen to the music, They are playing a blues in A. Bobby points to another guitarand to me. I pick up and put the guitar strap over my shoulder.I touch the strings; it’s mic’d up. Through a littleContinue reading “Moments”