Tagged Death

Restoring Order

From the first to the last each generation passes in a single heartbeat. The earliest glimmer of life-like new-born stars that quickly reach their end. A million stories come and go in seconds. Now nothing except endless leaves drifting silently in the wind names, dates, achievements soon to be just echoes reaching far into the past.  Another night’s sleep ends abruptly. The room is still dark, a  grey half-light seeping from outside in. The distant moon weak, losing its battle with darkness. The darkness that fills our lives. A darkness so alien yet part of what we are. Tension lifts and…

A Cold Room

“OK stop there Frank. We don’t do surnames around here, your first name will do”, said the man in the black suit. The unimposing room was cold and poorly lit. Two chairs, a table, a small electric heater working flat-out without making much difference. Frank sat on his uncomfortable wooden seat facing the man who had introduced himself as Jake. A stern-faced young man. He just sat looking at frank, as if trying to work him out. “Where am I? said Frank. “The afterlife of course”, said Jake. That was awkward, not least because it meant Frank was now dead. That…

The Mystery of North Cote Mine

“It’s about time you changed this car Dan” said Amy as she clambered into the back seat of his pale blue 1962 Mk 1 Ford Cortina, “it’s a wreck, my feet were soaked when we got here yesterday. There’s a hole under the carpet that I can see the road through”. It was 7.30am and the rain that had poured continuously the previous day had stopped during the night and it looked like it would be a lovely August day. “Sorry Amy”, said Jack trying to start the car for the fourth time, “I can’t afford anything else just yet…

The Restaurant Corridor

I stop puzzled, turning slowly this is crazy. I came out of that door, the toilet I’m sure of it. Maye I’m having a funny turn, too much booze. I have been to a restaurant with a group of friends. I can remember everything. The job, house, car, children. All of it but I feel so disorientated. Where was I? that was it in the corridor of the restaurant. I’d used the toilet and then we were going home. I just can’t find the door back to the restaurant. I turn to go back I can’t find the door that I’ve…

Time Shift Burst

This working wood, a man-made world. Sky meets earth, trees reach water. No trimmings, frills, coffee or cake. A place to walk and think amongst the dark, sinister ditches. Life supporting, flood preventing arteries. Broad, leafy lanes, threading all around. How England must have looked when William took his throne. No ancient Kings in search of war today. These roads have one true purpose. To transport forestry behemoths, arriving for the cull. A stand of Willow, Oak or Ash may be spared. The lucky few will remain at the end of the day, for now though peace and beauty. Narrow secret paths winding deep into the far…

The Artist

As he walked into his garden the artist was presented with a beautiful sight. The sun shining, dew glistening on the grass. The garden stretching out before him. Flower beds bursting with colour and life. First thing coffee, then to work in the studio. The rambling old Victorian house, so untidy. A world of maps, books, half-finished paintings and art materials. Dust covered furniture, dark empty rooms. A dark empty place. His night had been spent like many before drinking himself to a point of unconsciousness. Many years had passed since his wife had left him to his wild destructive lifestyle.…

Night Train

The night train approaches as I prepare to step down onto the tracks. This feels wrong, in the back of my mind something is telling me Londoners don’t commute by walking through the tunnels from one station to the next. Yet on the other hand it feels completely right. The train doesn’t stop and in seconds it has passed me by. Whooshing and rumbling through the station. It’s gone I’m safe to walk along the dark, warm and windy tunnel. I can see the light of the next station ahead half a mile or so in the distance. People are…

Eduardo’s Story

‘Wonderful view eh,’ said the old man who had appeared behind me. He must have walked up quietly as I stood enchanted by the view of the old port far below the citadel walls. This window in the ancient castle ramparts was clearly a popular place for tourists taking photos. “It is yes, quite breath-taking,” here we go no doubt, he’ll want money. To guide me round, be my friend and I only want to take a photo. “Are you English or German?” he asked. This always the happens when I am abroad, being mistaken for a German. It’s not surprising I…

Greetings Stranger

The Café was completely full. Late breakfasts and early lunches that sort of thing. It was Georges first visit. His new girlfriend Jane had been many times and had got her favourite seat. She sat on the high back leather bench that ran the entire length of the old Victorian tea rooms. The place was all oak panels and mirrors. Very traditional, quite expensive. George thought it was all a bit Bohemian. He liked Jane, lunch for two tea, coffee, a club sandwich and Welsh rarebit. Today might be the day he would get to know her just a little better. George…