by Dave | Mar 29, 2024 | Uncategorized |
The husband spots it first. He lifts his book from the coffee table and almost drops it on his toes when he watches her spindly legs crawl and pause where the book once was. A moment of childish shaking crests over his hand as his knuckles twitch at the sight....
by Dave | Mar 29, 2024 | Uncategorized |
The narrow lane appeared greasy under the yellow, hazy streetlights and a steady drizzle of rain as a hunched-up figure picked his way along the side, avoiding the puddles of dirty, opaque water. The pavements on either side were under repair for several weeks,...
by Dave | Jan 2, 2024 | Uncategorized |
My wounds have more flavour with a little bit of salt. And my trauma is so much better when it’s fresher. Have a taste of my tears, my sweet syrupy fears. Or the crunch of anxious bones, the meaty toughness of being alone. Then gulp it all down with my rusty blood,...
by Dave | Jan 2, 2024 | Uncategorized |
The inn door crashed open and the storm rushed in with the stranger. Candles flickered, a log shifted on the fire and the men at the bar turned on their stools to stare at the cloaked figure shivering before them. “Whiskey!” he whispered and when he’d downed two...
by Dave | Jan 2, 2024 | Uncategorized |
I must choose. It will focus me. Today, the choosing will be in the style of Grace Kelly. I run a hand along the sleeves hanging in my walk-in closet and take out the orange, princess-line maternity coat. A colour analyst recently told me that I was a ‘summer’ and...
