Across the Conveyor

I could have picked another aisle, but his was about to free up. It’s not only that, though. Today, I could do with talking to someone and he likes to talk. As I get loading, he tells me there’s been a troublesome customer. Took three security guards to get him out. He couldn’t take it […]

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Tarmac Scars

I never knew you, except for what I’d read. That we’d been to the same school and your favourite colour was pink. But I got to know your tarmac scars and the bump in the road that makes the cars bounce on their way up the hill. I knew of your friends too, at least, […]

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Bassline

The car inched forward as rush hour traffic crawled across the junction. A faint rhythm sailed over from the barbershop and Damien picked it up, tapping on the door while he surveyed the street. “So what about Keisha, man? What’s going on?” asked Jerome. Damien leaned back in the seat and put on a grin. […]

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Tower block lights

Night after night we’d criss-cross the centre like a knitted sweater, connecting up places with thread. Then we’d pick a colour and chart a course through the night and in our heads to find the perfect setting. Passing through the heights of Kingsdown, we knew every one of those tower block lights, twinkling with promise. […]

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Encountering the crest #3

I stopped at the edge of the water and looked across at the pathway snaking up the hill. “I’m not up for it,” I said. Jon was staring at something indiscriminate in the foreground while Simon lay across his pack, sunning his bare chest. “I know everyone’s tired,” replied Rich, “but it was always going to be a […]

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