He leaned forward on the wooden stool so he could get a better look of what he was doing in the light. Careful as to not prick himself, he sowed little bells on the edges of his new cloak. The fabric was a crisp white but he was unsatisfied with how plain it looked –…

Dragging my feet along the essential shops (butchers, pharmacy, casino) only keeps me entertained for so long – if I had a penny spare, then maybe I would have bet on the horse racing with a sausage roll in hand and some cough syrup to wash it down. The village is small, so my window…

inspired by the cailleach

With an averted gaze,  the world has made sure to avoid your final tear.  Muster up a final twist and groan, they can’t ignore everything they hear.

My feet dangle off the motorway bridge as the sewage-infused air hits my cheeks violently. Looking towards the lost girl beside me, I realise what a sorry pair we must look like. Few words are exchanged between us. Rather honestly, we never really had much in common. Yet here we are. Our rationed pringles can…

As boxes of peaches, apples, and other varieties of round fruit roll out the back of trucks, they adjust themselves in the street crevices. This is where the lowest forms of beings (humans and rats) can enjoy a meal. Yet even these vile creatures have their limits, leaving the sun to deal with the discarded…

The carriage reeks of misery  as the grey people look out their windows, the world flashing before their eyes. We move so quickly that we don’t get to see much, but if I spin around fast enough  then everything is very clear. Now I am able to gaze inwardly.  Twirling up and down the aisle, …

Placing the metro newspaper on the floor, he flopped his fat body on it and cradled the plastic pint glass between his legs. It was all a part of a daily routine that he had never felt the need to break. His nails were curling over his fingertips, but this added to the efficiency of…

We passed each other handwritten notes, even when sat beside each other at the dinner table. I preferred it this way because we never had to raise our voices. If there was any confusion, it was easier to throw the piece of paper away – or sometimes I would hide it in your food. In…

The stench of yeast slicked back into your hair makes it harder for me to concentrate on your slurred words. It’s a rather disgusting sight to see someone you admire at their absolute dumbest, but perhaps I am the stupid one, unable to realise that this is probably the only sincere moment I will have…