Whispers under patchwork quilts, Linked arms under twirling pink umbrellas, Fresh coffees set down beside keyboards at dusk, Blankets wrapped over tense shoulders. On some days they seem a distant timeline, On others just beyond the next threshold. Another season, another ‘morrow, Seldom a triumph cataloged in a photo album, Often a fizzle souring into … Continue reading Time
June 22nd, 2165 A lone sparrow chirped away at the waking sky as she perched on a scant tree, a gentle breeze plucking away more leaves. Below, a man in tweed strolled past, newspaper under one arm and a girl of about six in tow, taking three steps for every one of his. As they … Continue reading Maya
The thing is, if you truly experience it in its whole, life reimagines itself; you begin to cherish Christmas with souls who choose your company in all your broken splendour, you start to question the insanity of anticipating the beeps and buzzes of your devices instead of the chirps and rustles of the world, you … Continue reading Studio Living
10 October 2018 ‘So,’ Jay begins, ‘here’s what we’re going to do. Are you ready?’ ‘This is a terrible idea,’ Sam warns. ‘I’m going to get us two tickets to a random show tonight, and I’m going to let the attendant decide for us.’ ‘I cannot believe you’re leaving it up to a stranger to … Continue reading The Star
She lowered him into his cradle, whispering sweet nothings as his eyes fluttered shut. Luke appeared at the door, catching her mid-reverie in the unfinished nursery.
'We'll be on the beach again soon,' she croaked, through the tubes. I nodded, hardly looking up from The Gruffalo. So I waited. At the beach. Everyday. For fifty years. And realized not long ago, that I was the one running late.