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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.

Opening

August 15, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

I saw my opening and sped up. Unfortunately, so did she. Our bumpers kissed in the car park. She wound down her window and I fell.

Horse years

August 14, 2015August 14, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

Horse years run faster than human years, you’ve seen that boy, haven’t you? Yessir, though, now you’ve finally caught me up. You’re 25 now, 25! And me nearer 80 than not. Not long to go maybe. What say we jump that one last canyon? What say? Let’s go.

Search

August 14, 2015August 14, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

“I still haven’t….” The object of his heart’s desire swam mistily into view. “Found you” he said, focussed on the barman’s hand.

Gasp

August 13, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

The ‘g’ of ‘goodbye’ caught in her throat like a gasp. She could not say it. Through the train window he was checking his phone. 

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