story – Page 5 – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Burn Brighter

Flick the lighter.A familiar click.Flame.Warmth.Close it,Gone.Look at the side:Black.Blue skull.Life.Death.Old couch.Empty house.But the flame,It’s still there.Somewhere.Flick it open.It sparks back,Burn brighter. (c) Paul Andrew Sneddon

Heart

The clouds clear above our little quiet streets.There’s songs in the bricks,Stories in the air,In the cracked pavement,The number 11 bus.In the silence, the air holds you differently,it holds you close, but not too close,lets you be you.As I look into your summer eyes,alive with sunshine and laughter and love,the sweetest,toughest love,yours and mine together.FrontContinue reading “Heart”

Wake Up Juice

Miserable Bastards (Part One): A writer wakes up with a hangover, no plan and a ceiling that’s due to collapse. One second,Two seconds,Three seconds,Four seconds. Time slips away. I open my eyes. The morning is bright.Too bright. Am I alive? My mouth is dry.My head hurts. I can see the patch on the ceiling whereContinue reading “Wake Up Juice”

Midnight is Gone

Midnight. Midnight is gone. Deep into the heart of the night. Just speeding through the nighttime, past where the streetlights end. The road is quiet.Got to get home.Police cars burling past me down the dual carriageway. Lights flashing as I slow down a little.Stop at the petrol station and fill up. The lady behind theContinue reading “Midnight is Gone”

Tree

Sometimes it’s nice to be up before the world.Sitting at the back door till the daylight returns.Rain falling softly.Jason Isbell playing.Cup of tea in hand.The thing that always struck me about town, compared to the city,is a different kind of quiet.I swear my voice can travel for miles in this town.Like I can hear folkContinue reading “Tree”