Tag Archives: vignette

She Smiles for the First Time

The bar is sepia but satellite brings a slice of real life as two supporters wait for kick-off and organise drinks. They have a young girl with them who fidgets until she spills her cola. When the barman brings her … Continue reading

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Hell Bay

The tide is enthusiastic. It rushes coves and bays. It combs seaweed hair and heaves white over rock. The seagulls yell, ‘A storm is coming.’ – Benjamin F Jones

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The Wong Shape for this Journey

Kettle breath windows are blind white. Each station tips passengers into the carriage, they wear clothes sewn from cigarette smoke and rain. The bloke next to me has thighs like filing cabinets. I know where I am by the sound … Continue reading

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A Man Trapped in the Instant of Falling

The car is parked and I’m in the driver’s seat. People swirl with bags of clothes and toys for pets. Flat pack furniture washes against the paint work. In the rear mirror I see you’re asleep. I don’t know who … Continue reading

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I cut a slice

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

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