Over Coffee (11)

If we were having coffee I'd be coming straight from the gym. We've met up here as it's a bit of a mutual meeting point, this cafe is within walking distance of the gym for me (I have slightly wobbly legs so it's good not to walk too far) and you don't live all that far… Continue reading Over Coffee (11)

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The Wharf

Flash Fiction July, 3. There's a place I like to go on Saturdays. It's very out of my way, a four-hour drive each way to get there and then come home in the dark, stumbling through the door bleary-eyed and feeling slightly like I've been left my body. I don't go there every Saturday, but… Continue reading The Wharf

Letters to Euturpe: 12

It's been a short week and my brain is all over the place with what day it is. I keep thinking it's Friday. Today, I spent time doing training for a work-thing that's happening, and it was cool. Without going into all the interesting details, this is a long-in-the-making thing and I had kind of… Continue reading Letters to Euturpe: 12

NaPoWriMo 5 (a street’s memoir)

silent observer, are you tired yet? let me help you tell your story. here, you saw the couple: young. in love. arguing and making up. there, a girl trailed through the rain - let the bus splash water at her feet. and here you saw thousands of people going about life. speak, please - sorry,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 5 (a street’s memoir)

memory shelf (400)

once, i built a shelf. it was a wonky, shoddy-looking thing, hanging crookedly from the wall, haphazardly suspended by a combination of metal pieces and some thin rope harness. i recognized this even as i admired my handiwork, this first little achievement. the first time i placed an item on it, it toppled dangerously, swaying… Continue reading memory shelf (400)

life: a dialogue

Alfred carefully navigated the last two steps, bracing himself on the railing of the staircase. He'd worked here nineteen years now and still never learned to trust the steps - they were too smooth, too even. He preferred to feel rough brick under his shoes, but that didn't fit the aesthetic of the gallery. Before… Continue reading life: a dialogue

Stories They Don’t Tell You

Graduation is a thing that can go either way. Some people look forward to it, others dread it. I skipped my high school graduation because I was so keen to get out, and I didn't want the formalities. I attended my university graduation, because I felt it was more worthy of attending. You have to… Continue reading Stories They Don’t Tell You