Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Last Day Of September


Right at the end of things, when she’s just about to close the door for the last time, she takes a breath.

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Here Be Monsters


Even if I get my shoes muddy, it won’t matter. I could walk to the edge of as far as I can see, and it still wouldn’t end. And I know he calls it as he sees it. He looks out and yes, the world is flat here, but here isn’t the entire world.

Monday, 28 September 2009

The Time It Takes To Get From Here To There


He walks past the empty houses, focusing only on the crunch of glass underfoot. He doesn’t worry that it will pierce his soles. He has had his tetanus shots, and the sight of blood doesn’t bother him.

Sunday, 27 September 2009

Of Abundance And Goodbyes


Everything felt okay. The spin of the world only altered a little. She took a step back from the kerb, waiting for the cars to clear a path.

Saturday, 26 September 2009

The Reverse Of Light


They held hands in the shade, practised being shadows. On the ground, their arms grew long where the sun caught them, and they watched as more of themselves spilled out, stretched across the stone.

Friday, 25 September 2009

Impasse


As he passed her, he imagined she might put her foot out to trip him, but she didn’t move at all. He wanted to stop, to turn around and say something that would make it all better.

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Not Sleeping But Dreaming


The silence wasn’t absolute. As she lay back on the grass, she heard the industry of small things, quieter than her heartbeat, but still enough to rock the tiny bones of her ear.