Christmas Spirit.

The alarm goes off and I slap it silent and swing my legs off the bed and sit up and sigh. Simon rubs my back and asks me what’s wrong and I say “Nothing, just tired.” The excuse of being tired deflects all kinds of emotionally inquisitive questions. It’s Sinterklaas, the 6th of December and…

The Quest.

Call me Dave. That’s not my real name. You humans don’t have the tongue flexibility to pronounce it. Some years ago I became filled with doubt about the world. I questioned everything, even what I had been taught about our Gnome Saviour, Talpidae, the Digger of Souls. Scientific inquiry, being in its infancy in the…

The smoking room is in Narnia? 

Eating out in Paris at a restaurant called Derrière, we spotted somebody walk past the toilet. There was only a wardrobe at the end of the corridor. We went to investigate. ​ ​

The Windmill.

Windmill on a hill Solitary, motionless A life unfulfilled

The Gilded Cock.

I can make out a face In the church tower. Shocked, puckered mouth And limestone tears. Elaborate earrings draped Across hunched shoulders And a witches hat mocking The four winds that spin The Gilded Cock.

Nice. A vision in blue.

Blue sea, from pale to milky to a deep navy horizon line.  Blue sky, pale at the sea, rising in intensity towards the zenith.  Blue sunbeds, blue parasols, blue tshirts. Blue stripes.  Wisps of white clouds in the sky, feathery and translucent.  Blue finned planes cutting across the sky towards the thin brown line of…

Always On. #FlashFiction

My first life ended when a loose connection in the CO2 condenser in my flight suit blew me out of the sky.

The clean up crew. #FlashFiction

His good eye opened and followed me around the room as i disinfected the air. “I’m not contagious anymore, you can untie me.” I ignored him and adjusted my face mask, his weeping scabs spoke more truth than he did. “You’re going on a trip,” I said, as i tightened his constraints. I cycled through…