Category: Fiction

The wedding ceremony in the UK is coming to an end.

First part of a follow up to “A Short Break” (Written in pre-Brexit time)

There is a place. Somewhere.  After eyes closing. The darkness.  A space.  A place . That manicures. The past. This somewhere. Is just a film  Of a life. It is a re-run. Of a re-run. Of a re-run. An infinite mirror. Of re-runs.   Once.  In this film.  Called Somewhere Nowhere. You. Gave me. Maps. Movements. For war.  And folded.  Instructions […]

To whom this may concern. The sun to the north of here.  It used to shine.  More brightly.  Before the change.  There was a time.  Days and months.  Mornings and evenings.  When the sun shined. Brightly on your face.  These simplicities.  Before hostilities.  You could once.  Drive.  Not far from here. Where Bridestones stand. Where love was like melt water.  […]

There had been previous sightings.  Fallow fields.  Behind bracken.  Brazen acts.  Sightings unsubstantiated.  Sometime.  Somewhere.  Subterranean.  Yet it was easier for her.  Behind bricks.  Daytime.  Alone.  Husband at work.  Young boys.  Scared.  She would pursue parents.  He tried to touch me.  They would.  Believe.  Her.