Kettle’s boiling. Wee man just scored the winner, 20-18, in the garden cup. When did he get so good? Running circles ’round the old man. Rainbow flicks and nutmegs. Almost make me wish I’d gone easier on him in those first games. Hear you calling from the kitchen: “It’s ready!” Toasted cheese or roasted cheese?Continue reading “Sunday Nights”
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Top Five
I was bored one day. Writing lists:Top 5 songs.Top 5 taxi rides.Top 5 bars.Top 5 boozy nights I can remember… Top 5 places I woke up. At the bar:As the light stole in,Like a thief.Her smiling,We need to get out of here. In her bed:Ayrshire Rain at the window,Our bodies tangled.Under the covers.Never want toContinue reading “Top Five”
Last Dance
Part 4 of Rock and Roll is Dead Across the bar, Ami was flicking through her notebook of songs and lyrics, glancing at the empty glass and empty seat opposite her. They would have to play fucking Idlewild at the end of a breakup. Fuck it. It was done. Call me a fucking bitch. Prick.Continue reading “Last Dance”
The Edge of the Volcano
Sometimes I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a volcano. The silence of the night. Weighs you down. Sometimes it makes it hard to breathe. I felt like if you whispered then the whole world would hear. But you knew it couldn’t be true. Could it? I watched the cold, steady rain fallContinue reading “The Edge of the Volcano”
Bring Your Ghost to the Fire
Part 3 of Rock and Roll is Dead “It felt like they wanted to end music with that one—brass, choirs, the whole cathedral job. It kind of did.” Deak laughed. “You take this so seriously, mate. It’s just music. It’s practically free. Hell, brother, the streaming services own music now.” “Ach, that just shows you.Continue reading “Bring Your Ghost to the Fire”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 