Tag Archives: creative prose

Washing-up liquid and isolation

Posted on April 17, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

The trilobite climbs from the kitchen sink and sits on the draining board. Spring ahead of its appointment opens crocuses and daffodil towers of yellow. A wood fire circulates heat into the radiators, hot coffee circulates heat into me. Sunlight … Continue reading →

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The answer exists

Posted on April 7, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

There are three stages to the day and I’m at the first. The sun hasn’t woken but I eat full breakfast and coffee. Advertising agents gather up punters and rub nettles on their genitals. There’s frost on the beer pumps … Continue reading →

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Nose to nose with her rabbit

Posted on April 1, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

It’s five-thirty in the morning. The rooks scream but I cannot see them, their sounds are vaccinations in the mist. The terraces are unlit but at one window I see a face. A young girl stares out, arms a triangle … Continue reading →

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Lunch Worlds

Posted on March 31, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

Lunch break. A girl at our table reads Dostoevsky. The guy next to her is in tabloid concentration. I eat my sandwiches and look out through the window. A child on a plastic tricycle watches a bird fly across the … Continue reading →

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Generic cleaning lady

Posted on March 21, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

Her badge says Rita but that isn’t her name. Staff call her the generic cleaning lady but not to her face. She arrives five minutes early, leaves five minutes late, and comes home tired from the night shift but the … Continue reading →

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