Old lovers on the train

“I’m anxious.”   I know you are.   I walk behind you because if I walked in front of you you’d lose me and you’d get angry.   There’s no point trying to negotiate. You think about the children, not you and I.   Maybe it’s because you’re divorced, guilty, you keep me out all…

Stories in Short #11 (Daily Prompt: Gone)

“Close your eyes, son.” The young man closed his eyes. “Take a deep breath.” The young man did. “You are stood on the walls of our city, our home. Beneath your feet is the bulwark of our people, stone built higher and higher, mortar mixed with the blood and tears of our woman, our children. Our…

Our fortune is unfortunate

This has been a difficult week. I’ve had a lot to catch up on because I’ve been away. These words were the only way I could make sense of some of things that have happened this week. Drying silk smells like the seaside, did you know? A festering smell of fortune. This is their fortune.…

Daily Prompt: Folly

rolly cigarettes on a park bench you tell me that we shouldn’t be smoking smoking is bad for the heart   folding picnic chairs and spoiled sandwiches you tell me that we shouldn’t be out when the clouds are grey grey cloud means rain   dirty plates and greasy pound notes you tell me that…

Stories in Short #7 (Daily Prompt: Chaotic)

Daily Prompt: CHAOTIC The alarm doesn’t work, because the alarm is broken, it’s always been broken, every now and then someone will say, Isn’t the alarm broken? and we’ll all look at each other and say, yes, yes the alarm is broken, but never do anything about it, because you never expect the alarm to…

Stories in Short #6 (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt: Anticipation There was a study conducted that suggests dogs know when their owner is coming home. A psychic link between owner and owned. I feel like a dog now, at the window, waiting for you. Only I know you’re coming, because you told me so. My heart is hiccuping. I can’t stop my fingers…

Stories in Short #5 (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt: Elicit Not this time, no, I won’t allow it this time, she said, and slammed the door in my face. I’d been up to Yuri’s house already this week. The first two times the visit had been clean, smooth, rounded like the heel of a small girl. Not a problem with Yuri, or…

Stories in Short #4 (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt: Aromatic His favourite smell was damp towels. I’d walk into the bathroom and see him with his face pressed against the towel rack, where the red-and-white polka dot towels hung after someone had showered. “Not smelly towels,” he said, “just these towels.” On the landing at the top of the stairs there was a…