In the hot tub at the gym, a charming older gentleman asked Jon if he liked cruising. It eventually turned out he meant on ships. Awkward.
Tweets
An amber weather warning
I told Amber there was an amber weather warning. She didn’t laugh. She didn’t smile. She looked past me, out of the window, and said ‘Mao’.
Sometimes waiting
Sometimes waiting can feel like forever.
And sometimes it is, forever.
Each moment alone an eternity,
each moment its next, unchanging.
Baas on the baize
The wire grass nipped and chewed to ground level, the sheep lightfoot bounce on the bright lit slopes. Baas on the baize. Dogs arrive.
Autumn air cools
Autumn air cools the sunshined blood, moves on our faces, bare arms, like the gentle flick of a sleeping cat’s tail.
The sound behind him
The sound came from behind him. And it was then he realised what that strange smell was, the strange smell in his bedroom. Gorilla.
Winner of #FLF14 organised by @ FlashLitFiction 25 September 2014
Airport reading, listening, writing
I could win a family break in Fuerteventura. I could learn to fear the future if the break-up comes. I could unzip some synapses with some snappy sudoku – or I could just write down the words that other people are saying.
I only called him to say goodbye –
She was locked in the cubicle. She was angry –
If it happens again, I’m not leaving –
If the knife lands on its blade, you’re in trouble. Or on your foot –
Turn it down.
Take it off.
Check it in.
Wipe it up.
But the winter break in Fuerteventura looks very attractive. Especially if I get a family to go with.
The thunder landed
It almost seemed that the fireworks over the night-black sea called the lightning. It flashed white and forked and curved and split and hissing hit the sea.
Then, the time for a breath that nobody took, the thunder rolled in across the flattened waves and shook the first, steep-fronted, houses.
The thunder landed on the roof like a rockslide. The now-dead light bulb swung as the flash through the shutters side-shadowed our faces.
On the way home from the baker’s
Days in Italy: 4
Vipers seen: 1
Distance from foot (cm): 3
Screams (high-pitched, drawn out): 1
Warm doughnuts in air: 6
Sympathy: 0
Sonday
Monday, Tuesday, Winsday, Thrusday.
Freeday.
Sitterday.
Sonday. The day when he finally visits. When he – who is he? Where has he gone?
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