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Electricity

August 22, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

As we walked side by side, our fingertips brushed and a spark flew. From that moment on our relationship was no longer static.

Nest

August 21, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

Where Abe saw a nest, Abi saw nets. She sawed at the tangles, her hope like blunt scissors. One day, finally, her heart flew.

Tea

August 20, 2015August 20, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

She swirled the end of the tea around in the bowl and tipped it away. One long leaf remained, stuck camouflage green on the porcelain.

“Life will be what you make it” she said. This time I believed her.

Electric tea

August 20, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

Kraków. Snow. The Christmas market lights twinkled. A warming glass or two of electric tea. The lights spun and disappeared.

Lead

August 19, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

The 80kg bully prepared to kick sand again. This time, instead of kneeling, the thin boy showed him fifteen grams of lead.

Shell (2)

August 18, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

I took the unexploded ordnance home with me from the pebbly beach. She was beautiful. She was my shell, my belle.

Shell

August 18, 2015August 18, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

I can hear the sea. 

          Don’t listen too long. 

I can hear the sea calling. 

          Don’t listen. 

I can hear the sea calling me home. 

          Don’t.

          Please don’t. 

Sweet (2)

August 17, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

I whisper a wish to you to dream of honey. And if you dream, and if you dream of honey, remember the sweetness when you awake, and think of me. 

Sweet

August 17, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

One by one, he swallowed the jewels 
like sweeties. He smiled toothily until the largest caught in his throat. Greed is not good.

Tent

August 16, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

In the tent the writer of ‘The Domino Effect’ posed by stacks of his book. A step back and he was a victim of his own success.

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