Well

After a day at the pit, she salted the well with her tears. They drank all she dragged home and wanted more. She cried again.

Roses 2

Roses.
Rock salt.
Razor blades.
Tio looked at his shopping list. He hated alliteration. And randomness. Adding anger didn’t help.

– A rose by any other name…
– What are you on about?
-I ‘m saying, it don’t matter what it’s called…
– I am NOT eating a dognut!

Al’s lover gave him a heart monitor to wear in bed. It always sounded. The last time it covered the sound of her husband’s key.

Same again pal.
Here you go.
Cheers. And again.
No worries.
Make the next one a double.
She gone again?
Aye. Gone for good.
Aye.

I was asked to cast my idea net wide, to pull in the stars that sparkled, the sequinned confetti on the breeze. I was asked to.

Night in the urban park. Footsteps following. The owl screech was sharpened rusty knife sharp. The rusty knife though was silent.

Many years ago today S got married. Too young, too hasty, to the wrong person. No cake, no candles or cabaret. That was then. Things change.

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PLEASE STOP POSTING TO MY FEED

In the land that prized gold as the colour of eyes, Jaime was a mystery. Eyes the colour of fire that burnt forever. She saw it.