Getting Coffee
Annie set the porcelain cup back on the dish that accompanied it to her table, the print of her lips visible on the slightly chipped rim. It clinked, just above a whisper, competing with the…
The Playlist
Trigger warning: Reflection on abortion and unresolved grief. The direct flight was long. I watched the sky pass by as music played in my ears, a playlist that spoke a language only I understood.…
Drowning
“No wonder someone wants you dead.” The portly, middle-aged man lying at my feet snored into the muddy sand that cushioned his ruddy face when he finally collapsed and lost consciousness after drinking himself into…
Bad Coffee, Hearing Aids, and the Grim Reaper
The gnarled oak stood resolute, its branches splayed like mourning fingers. Underneath, the Grim Reaper stood silent, his tattered cloak devouring the dawn’s frail light. In an outstretched hand he held a scythe, its blade…
The Incoming Tide
The Incoming Tide. Newcastle was cold that evening in late July. Andrew leant on a railing on the headland at Nobby’s lighthouse, cigarette dangling from his fingers. On one side the sea raged, pounding…