Monthly Archives: April 2013

Secret

Behind my coffee jar is a tin labelled ‘Bread Flour’ where I hide my chocolate-chip cookies from my wife. I have other secrets too but I cannot tell you where I hide the mini-dress that fits, or what happened in … Continue reading

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Yesterday’s Puddles

The guy outside number thirteen is draped over his gatepost. He wears a white duffer’s hat and greets me with happiness rooted in retirement. He’s seen the rise and fall of an empire. His voice is like a hairdryer as … Continue reading

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Irksome Manila Envelopes

Breakfast in summer, marmalade and coffee, disturbed by the postman. A manila envelope makes me irritable. I swear, as long as I live, another of these shall never pass the lips of my letterbox. I grab a spell book from … Continue reading

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Platform Ritual

I wait on the platform for a seat that will carry me into town. There is a book in my bag, safe, I touched it before I left the house. I never get my book out on the platform. A … Continue reading

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Central Library

The girl in the seat opposite reads ‘Abstract Foundations in Statistics’ as I fill out application forms and dream of being an camera man. – Benjamin F Jones

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