November crisps puddles and steam rises vertically from air conditioning. I cut a slice of pie from the window’s wet and look out onto the woodworm streets. At the corner a girl in cut-offs bitches at her boyfriend and shivers … Continue reading
The motorway is half asleep and I’ve driven through the night on late night radio and coffee. My mind invents images to fill in the blanks and I’m past the accident before I wake. Through the side window a faceless … Continue reading
A penny fell behind the till and I went looking for it. During the search I found a dust covered sofa, two dogs and a vagrant’s hideout. The customer I’d served used a ladder in her tights to climb into … Continue reading
