Fisherman’s Blues

“If I were married to tha’ bitch,” Jon laughed “I’d drink!” It was a less-than-quiet exclaim in the corner of the less-than-quiet pub ‘The Dog and Soda’ in Burnsley. It escaped the attention of Jon’s captive audience that he was drinking. He had, in fact, been drinking for many hours at that point. “Sir, If …

Giving Up On Ugovinia

The moon lifted its heavy head over the flumes of dust and smoke that wrapped themselves around the spike of Saint Augustine’s bell tower and, as per the Treaty, at precisely eight o’clock silence struck Ugovinia. Both sides of this unholy war claimed to have the True God in mind; the two hour daily ceasefire …

Very, Very Important

My anxious gaze rested upon the tea-strain, dyed yellow with the residues not yet washed away, that was sat next to its blanched teacup friends that watched as I tottered along the worktop. I ran my hand along the bumpy plastic to steady myself. I unsettled an empty biscuit jar, jumping as it clattered its …

Flying High

The YMCA is throbbing through the sound system and a girl is crying in the pitch-black bathroom stall behind me. I wash my hands too quickly so as to drown the sound out with the hand-dryer; it sounds like caves sealing their secrets and I slip out past a tide of giggling young women in …

Talking To The Furniture

Richard found himself talking to the furniture. “Ahhh” he sighed settling into his favourite chair “lets have a nice sit down shall we?” The question lay down on the floral rug and withered away unanswered. “What’s that all about, eh?” he grumbled to the doormat that had curled up snuggly against the front door, jamming …

The HumanHog

Jake wrapped the barbeque skewers in tinfoil until they formed rigid cone shapes that reflected the dull moon’s attempt to distract him. He heard snuffling and it spurred him to move faster. Everything was almost finished, if he hadn’t gotten one of his spikes stuck in the doorframe as he snuck out of the back …

Solitary

The plan had been so simple. Thirty six hours in solitary confinement, Meredith was struggling. Last week this had all seemed so simple. So obvious. It seemed like she had devised the perfect escape plan. Things weren’t working out as intended. Firstly, and above all else – even breathing or thinking – there was the …

The Dancer

The night I met Jessie she was beautiful. She swayed to the almost intolerably loud music as if her bones were made of it. She was something unknown. I remember the sharp cut of her hair had run across her cheek, parallel to her carved-out cheekbone. It looked like a wig, I wanted to touch …

Mahjong

Sometimes my father would get temporary jobs decorating old lady’s houses within the area of our small harbour side town. He would come home speckled and cheerfully display his work jeans to me; “the sign of a hard day’s work”. He felt proud of the various shades of magnolia that repurposed what once was blue. …