The Bystanders

The Bystanders

The mess of a person freaks him out, panic grips his heart. What happened to him? Is he dying? Is he just some drunk like the tramp? Above all he is a stranger and on the streets, you never let people enter your consciousness, the bubble of anonymity as we move through the city. People … Continue reading

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

Pity

Pity

The cleaner moves away from the taxi, shuffles out of the busy main road, onto the refuge island where the traffic lights are harboured. She is reunited with her bucket of lukewarm water that holds a melting bar of cheap soap at the bottom, dropped in like a coin that’s been wished upon and thrown … Continue reading

Diablo’s games

Diablo’s games

Outside the building she tries to regain composure. Inside her chest her heart pounds away. That was close. She flags down a taxi, dives into the backseat. She gives the driver, an aged Afro-Caribbean man with a friendly face and a leather flat cap, her address. He smiles his acknowledgment in the rearview mirror, announces … Continue reading

Good news

Good news

The woman tuts, rolls her eyes away from the sexist pigs ogling her disgustingly, and shakes her head as she speaks into the phone. “Nothing, just some idiots in a van.” Her feeling of annoyance evaporate when she hears him speak to her. She turns the corner, onto their street, and a smile spreads across … Continue reading

Lost for words

Lost for words

He is sat in the passenger seat. There are three of them in the van. He is next to the window. A large man, his colleague, sits beside him. A larger man, another colleague, drives. A heady mix of techno music blares out through the speakers. The volume is embarrassingly loud. His colleagues share a … Continue reading