The Window

It was always “tomorrow”. In fact, tomorrow would mark 99 yesterdays; each one a little fonder yet a little sadder than the last.

“Gah!”

“What is it?” “What do you mean, ‘what is it?’ Don’t you like it?” “It’s… well, I mean it’s, erm… it’s unusual.” “You don’t like it.” “No, no. No I mean, I didn’t say that. It’s just… different is all.” “You hate it. I should have known.” “I don’t hate it. But I don’t not […]

Comfortable lives

Tis Friday once again, so time for Friday Fictioneers – hosted by the ever-present Rochelle. This week, I have been mostly piggybacking the lovely Jessie Ansons and penned a response to her great story “Comfortable Footwear“. It was soon our tenth anniversary, but if she kept banging on about it, I doubt very much […]

Forty Two

The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th’s mail cascaded to the ground. Mark grabbed his Spider-Man dressing gown and ran from the top of the stairs to the bottom. There he sat, crossed legged on the matt shuffling through the letters like a terrible dining room magician. “Bill. Bill. […]

Coffee

Come wake me. Omit the dreams and start my day. Forgive the grump, I’ll soon be with you. Forever my morning drug of choice. Ever long I hope you’ll last. Enraptured each time you kiss my lips.