Mrs. Crew lived in a bungalow by herself on Croombe Road. By herself, with a parrot. I had seen the parrot through the window. I heard it ringing, ring, ring, like a telephonic device. I heard it through the letterbox. On Tuesdays Mrs. Crew was visited by a nurse. From the nurse I learned Mrs.…
The thing you wrote today might suck. The thing you write tomorrow might suck. The thing you might write next week, after writing something every day that sucks, might suck. And you know what? None of it matters. I can already hear all of the words you are going to say. They are coming from…
I think artichoke hearts are my favourite food. That’s not a lie. The way they crunch, and are not crunchy. They make the perfect topping on toast. White. Not brown. I just cannot stand brown toast. The colour. Brown. It reminds me of my darkest secret. A secret I can’t say. A secret so dark…
When I walk down the road I like to smell people as they pass. I do. Not obviously. Not right in their face. Sniff. I like to smell the waft they leave behind when they walk past. People at the Tuesday market smell like cigarettes and poo. Sometimes I smell mothballs, or urine. Nothing like…
“I’m going out,” he said. “Where?” she said, from the chair by the window. “Up the beach.” “Do you -” “No.” “Okay.” He pulled on his shoes and didn’t look at her, even though he could feel her watching him. In the car he turned on the radio, then turned it off, and then turned…
Seal Matches 