Posted in March 2012

Trapped fish

Trapped fish

The suited-man, kneeling beside the old homeless man, opens and closes his mouth like a fish. A fish trapped on land. Struggling to breathe. Wide-eyed. Desperate. His eyes don’t adjust to the life-form sat next to him. Instead he makes out a pulsating silhouette in the mirage of his warped vision. It synchronises with his … Continue reading

Bigger, louder, faster

Bigger, louder, faster

The withered old homeless man, almost bent double in the doorway, looks down at his princely sum recently added to by a stern-faced raven-haired woman, and acknowledges that it might just get him something warm, only just. A few scattered coins sit, speckled with rain water which bounce all too merrily from the street inches … Continue reading

Memory Lane

Memory Lane

The rain slams down onto the raven-haired woman’s umbrella. The smell of the burning notes weaves its way through the downpour as it chases after her. The rhythmic sounds of her clicking heels carry her away, back onto the main road. The street is empty. People are seeking sanctuary in the comfort of their homes. … Continue reading

Vice and Avarice

Vice and Avarice

The oval-headed man’s heart is pounding in his chest like a caged animal, the blood and adrenaline pumping through his veins sharpens his senses until every nerve feels as though its going to explode. His jaw begins to twitch and he quickly glances to the passenger seat where the duffel bag glares back at him. … Continue reading