On the Stove

Gary is thin on the phone – his girlfriend has done the dirty with another man. Their relationship is a ballet of misunderstanding and psychological harm. He bleeds out his frustration like an overblown clarinet and wonders if these mind games are premeditated. The potatoes are boiling over on the stove, hissing anger onto the ring as he disconnects and goes to collect her from work.

- Benjamin F Jones
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Porth Back Alleys

Porth back alleys in sepia tones

Porth back alleys

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Error Flag

Writing has installed a debug routine in my operating system:

E1601  plot implausibility
E1602  flagrant grammatical disregard
E1738  structure defect
E1740  paper thin character development
E6700  runtime error

I click cancel and ignore it.

- Benjamin F Jones (From the archive 1999, written in Chris Torrence’ writing group in Cardiff)
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Llwyncelyn Hotel

Llwnycelyn Hotel

Llwyncelyn Hotel (Porth)

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Old Canal

The trees were arranged as shown in the diagram. The ambient air temperature was measured at 23°C. The sun was chosen as a light source and connected to a power supply. The resultant beam skimmed over the wetlands like a blade. Curled shavings of chatter were observed. The light source was then split between trees the colour of autumn. Objective readings showed light arrived in discrete packets – choosing a slit between the trunks then settling on a destination dependent upon observation. Refracted light on the still surface of the canal tunnelled between lily-pads. A family picking blackberries were told, ‘We are lost like a marble in a bedroom’. Their laughter was measurable and caused discrepancies in results – they had a mass of three humans including bowls and light scattered off their lips as they talked about roasted beach nuts. Measurements were taken at ten second intervals until we reached a point where the lock gates were rotted away. Water flowed over obstacles that were no longer there. Iron cogs were detected – partially obscured by mud. The reflections of ducks were found to be clearer than the objects.

- Benjamin F Jones
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