A slump of a man is in the waiting area. Hunched over the chrome and black chair, his scuffed trainers rest on the marble. Baggy denim hangs from his knees, … Continue reading Fragment #6 Displaced
Snippets of fiction.
The dregs of night wash down the street. Squares of light indicate those pulled from sleep unnaturally early. Occasional cars rush by, accelerating under the discreet blanket of darkness. The … Continue reading Fragment #5 Paralysed in Place
Thick green canopy that stretches away, an endless carpet folded over the slump and rise of mountains. Underneath, we trudge through sinewy grasses. They slap and swoosh, fondling our legs … Continue reading Fragment #4 Exploration
The train arrives at that stop. The one where you used to live. With him. Evenings spent spreadeagled underneath him on the blue sofa, the rumble of the Underground passing … Continue reading Fragment #3 Close Proximity
The tang of it hit her as she walked out of the station. Vinegar sweet. Shards of glass next to the bench. Couldn’t quite make out the label – Pinot? … Continue reading Fragment #2 Broken
It was bought for Harry’s christening. Sharp darts in the waist and a slippery blue lining. Mum kept it at the back of the wardrobe, shielded in a cover. Black … Continue reading Fragment #1 The Jacket