story – Paul Andrew Sneddon

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”

Shelter

A coffee. Rain on the roof. A quiet moment by the sea. I sit in the shelter with my coffee. Black. The rain is my company as it is falling steadily on the shelterroof. I can see one guy walking out on the beach with a dogrunning loops around them, but there is no one else here.You comeContinue reading “Shelter”