bury a secret in the centre of the garden - plant a tree on top. burn a candle each night, use the wick to spark flames in the new fireplace. cut wood from the tree, burn it and start to unmask the garden's secret.
muggy summer's day, humid to the going rate: one hundred percent. sweat under twenty- six degrees of heat, small fan on two feet of books. iced drinks flow from the fridge, condensation glitters under the harsh sun.
the photo's faded, lain under glass for twenty years, still not perfect. it used to draw the eye, once. nowadays it gets a glance; skimmed over. it's lost some of its gravitas - all that remains is seriousness.
light sparks over the floor, hardwood gleaming golden - ancient wood glows new. walk downstairs, caress the banister, rings scraping along the metal. wear in the building, lovingly restoring it to its future self.
blow out the candle please, and put away the day: tomorrow is here. the candle is down to a stub of wax, nothing left in it to burn. scrape up the cold wax and install the replacement - leave it for later.
paper spills from the printer, drawn in, flipped over and redone. more paper flows, snags and jams - tears when trying to yank the pages back out. oversight: paper trays don't make good hiding spots for untold secrets.
flame jumps from matchstick, kisses the wick and transfers - burning it anew. fire sparks below the mantelpiece, devouring each obstacle it meets. sky darkens with smoke air kissed by charcoal and breathes energy for flames.
the car shines under early-morning sunlight, aimed towards the next coast. map's at the ready and a bag of snacks wait in the passenger seat. start up the engine, drive into the sunset and write a travel log.
water swirls through the interior of the snow globe, tableau awake. set the machine to spin cycle, let it become hypnotic - undone. wash the slates clean, new and top off the image so it learns to sparkle.
withdraw into space designated as a safe haven; shut it out. retreat into your mind, use gadgets to block out the endless madness. feel the noise, starting at the soles of your feet and sink back into it.