Tagged City Life

Don’s Story

“Mum there’s a bloke outside rolling about on the floor I think he’s drunk” “It’s that bloody pub again three fights this week, Bill call the police. “We’re off to the rent office tomorrow. I want a transfer. We are off up Swarcliffe near our Pam,” said Mum She hated it here I knew she did. I suppose only now about to enter my teens did I begin to realise how much. Her large brood of brothers and sisters were always striving to better themselves. Each trying to be better than the rest. Business people, successful people. Where was my…

A Day In The Life of A Twenty

The drawer slides open with an imperceptible rush of air. Freed from the constraints of its hidden vault, an object of such desire. The human interaction with machine and computer. The three working as one creating signals, electrical impulses, movements until cash appears at the ATM. Crisp, new, ready for the world. A twenty, what currency doesn’t matter Dollar, Pound or Euro the results are the same across the world. Its journey begins. Bringer of joy, bringer of misery. A day in the life of a twenty food, drink, clothing, vodka, gin, whisky, sex, Perversion, depravity, luxuries, necessities, addictions, travel, shelter,…

Another Day In Paradise

It’s a baking hot day and our street is buzzing with people, kids, cars and trucks all rushing by. Mum is inside cleaning and cooking. Dad’s at work I miss him a lot, so does mum. He says the long distance driving helps to pay the bills and I should be no trouble for her. I am spending the day with Tom, my best friend, we have been friends since I can remember. We do everything together, neither of us have any brothers and sisters and mum says that’s what we have become like. He is late as usual. I…

Three Amigos

The world rushes by this city Sunday. The three amigos on the steps dancing, chilling, singing. Fifty, sixty or even seventy who knows? Tired faces, worn out clothes, shabby un-chic ready for anything caring for nothing. The great and the good, rush here, don’t look there quickly cross the street, “they might want money.” A tape machine with tinny tones of Bob Marley ‘Jammin’ straight from 77. A hint of alcohol, well more than just a hint an early morning top up from cheap sherry hidden out of view. Takes the edge off soothing cold tired bones. Lookout for cops,…

Did They Just Say My Name?

Sit quietly in a park, a school, a town centre. Well almost anywhere in truth and a rat or two or will not be far away. Night or day they are always there skulking and scurrying. I was among the haters for most of my life. The only good rat being a dead one as far as I was concerned. Poison, trapping, shooting, setting dogs on them. It’s all acceptable they are of course vermin a creature to be destroyed. We try tp wipe them from the face of the earth. The trouble is I think they know. They sense our…