Complicated

It’s not complicated, said the alien. We created airports to run our stress engines. When we need more, we just whisper “security”.

End August Cromarty beach walk

End August Cromarty beach walk. Lemon sun shone through the salt-tang air. Over the horizon, beyond the rigs, winter breathed and shifted.

A sharp nose poked between the slats, icy eyes sparkled. His cold greasy look on my body, I walked up to the window and knocked.

Single to Alloa.
Not coming back?
No, that’s my last time.
That’s a shame.
It’s the only way.
Well, see you then.
No. No.

“All improvement is change, but not all change is improvement” he said. Jim just gaped at him through the smoke and broken glass.

Swings and roundabouts, he said. Swings and roundabouts.
But I had to disagree. That’s no way to run an integrated transport system.

Her love was on a dimmer switch. Fading from light hard and bright and long, it disappeared with a click that broke his heart.

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.
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!