Bits and pieces of my own writing: poetry, short stories and other scribbles
Moving is hard. Each movement deliberate and consciously made, as my instincts and reactions are on pause. Each thought of movement trickles slowly from brain to muscle, then heavily, leadenly muscle creaks into motion heaving me along with it. Sounds are blurred and jumbled, swirling through the underwater of the air around me; echoing and … Continue reading Moving is Hard
Mission Impossible I catch my hip against a table corner and stifle a curse. Frozen, barely breathing I wait, then remember my earlier training. ‘Unnatural stillness and silence will draw attention. Make normal background noise and you might just go unnoticed.’ With faux casualness I slide some implements from the surface nearest me and stride … Continue reading Something Completely Different
Bookshine And Readbows 