Seeing Daylight

He walks me through the doorway to a brightly lit room with a white tiled floor. I am made to sit in what feels like a leather chair – old, …

Train Goes By

If you look past your face’s reflection in the train window, it’s only a glimpse but takes a lifetime to see the dry, hoof-beaten straw for grass, and how it …

City of 43 Angels

Facebook prompts memories of ‘this time last year’ or ‘this time five years ago’ and sometimes you get a sense of ‘shit, I forgot about that whole thing’ or ‘shit, …

A Love Story

Too impatient for the lift, he takes the stairs, the tail of his coat nips his heals as he swings his body around each corner railing between floors. In his …

A Cuppa Before You Go?

Guest Post By El Steppenwolf A soft death, the rattle heard in every whispered breath. The flickering television light bleaches all colour. It plays about the tired face, flushed red …

Like Clockwork

The clock strikes eleven times. The ghost of Jimmy Fowler parades down the mansion’s spiral stairs past the grandfather clock to the ballroom and seats himself at the piano. And …

Something Fishy

I saw him come in. She was snorin’. Left the telly on. He got that paper there with them numbers and when the balls come up on the telly he …