The pool

Hot August day, over fence, into lido. Tops off. Dried dead grass itches legs and back. Jump in, race, chip tooth. Home slowly.

The Push

She’d read that book – the smallest act could cause chaos. Wow. She nudged him. He fell under the train. She waited for ripples.

Tim’s stories hopped. They didn’t stalk or leap or glide or weave; they hopped. He looked at them hopping and carried them back.

Scene 1: Slow fade to light. A man shouts angrily. Puts gun to head. Fade to dark. Gunshot.
Scene 2: Slow fade to light. To dark.

On the nightbus Finn’s clothes marked him as a stranger, a dove among parakeets. Sal looked at him, twice. Then their eyes met.

For years she tried to find the hidden place, the place, the palace, held only in her mind. Then, one day, she stopped looking.

So, shall we begin? As you know, I killed Con, painfully, to become the new Chair. All those in favour? Thank you. Anyone against?

Cerys held the idea tight in her fist. It buzzed and tingled like catching lightning or a tinkerbell. Then she opened her hand.

Go, go now, with the wind and the rain in your face, go now, look forward, always look forward. And I, I remain, you in my heart.

“Daddy, why did you just say you couldn’t give a duck?”
“Oh – That’s because I’ve lost it and can’t give it to mummy as a present.”