Tagged Leeds

High In The Tower

The Peregrine watches over the city from the inner city cliff surveying the glass and and concrete peaks. A different perspective on our troubled world. No hunting pigeons today, hanging on to the stone face of the building and riding out the storm her priority. The wind howls around the building like screaming demons demanding entry. Sitting in the lobby far below I hear voices in my head maybe real who knows. This building is alive with noise thumps, thuds, creaks, cracks. These old walls don’t shake but air smashes into them like tremors from a far away earthquake. Built to…

The Air Raid

The building shook harder than before. This was the fourth night in a week that Germany’s bombs had been dropped on Leeds. Jenny was terrified, she couldn’t show it. As always she had her children to think of. The first explosion seemed to be a few streets away but the second was much closer. The whole house shook and plaster fell from the wall. She expected there little terraced house to collapse at any minute. Jenny was huddled in the hastily built shelter in the cellar of their small home with her three children held close to her. Some of the…

Restricted Zone

The fencing had gone up overnight a whole building surrounded by the high steel  that surrounds construction sites. It annoyed me only because it barred my usual path to work. I was late and making a detour around the perimeter was going to make me late. I enjoyed working at the university on a weekend. The campus was often quieter than normal and I could catch up on all the things I hadn’t done through the week. It looked like  they were relaying the lawns and pavement outside the physics laboratories. The  building was big lump of  cement. Seven storeys high made of…

One Day Soon I’m Going to Cas Vegas

The coach and four bound for Hull winds its way along a ribbon of stone and dirt. Not long departed from The Bull and Mouth in the fledgling city, a hard day of toil ahead. Tolls paid at Halton Dial the traveller’s carriage labours up the leafy tree-lined hill. The new turnpike unfolds through fields and English countryside. A rural idyll. A double-decker 401 to distant Goole, grumbling hot and sweaty out-of-town. Diesel fumes spewing into the wet, grey, winter evening. ‘Home is where the heart is’ and mine is by this noisy tarmac world. A fast-flowing river of cars, trucks, buses, and helicopters chasing sirens. The traffic is fast talking,…

The Prospect

High on a city hill they named it ‘The Prospect’. After the view I suppose from its back door. It had to be the view. The Prospect of Leeds an imposing terrace of houses painted white, set against the city skyline. That dark and dirty city skyline. A Inn of some repute, a  rough and ready tavern. A haven for kids in search of fun and under age booze. One of the many Tetley Pubs in Leeds, one on every corner. Drinking came easy, no one stopped or you warned you. Pubs welcomed you, we were all locals at them by…

The Red Door

What a day! It started like any other. Shower, breakfast and out of the door to work. As I left my apartment things got a little weird, I found a letter outside my door. It seemed genuine with my address on it and a name, Molly Baxter in big letters. That’s me if you were wondering. Inside there were just three things an address, directions and an old key. That was it! What’s a girl to do, I was completely intrigued? It wouldn’t harm to take a look; it might shed some light on things. It turned out it wasn’t too far from…

Ouiji Board

Scaring and daring seemed the way of things in those days. Younger children were fair game for the older lads on our streets. Clive and me were good friends, we had started primary school together two years previously. Clive had an older brother who never hung around with us. We were seven and I think he must have been around ten. On this particular day during the school holiday he must have been at a loose end.. Although we hadn’t had many of them the long summer holidays were wonderful. The 1960’s don’t seem long ago to me sitting here…

Foraging

Leaving the city was always a risky thing to do but there was always food available at this time of the year. Lenny just had to be patient, something he had become good at in recent years. His favourite foraging spot was just outside the city boundary, way down a lane that ended at the edge of one of the towns old parks. There were fruits and nuts at this time of the year. today Lenny was after something more substantial for his friends and family. He knew he might have to wait a few days but it would be…

Uncle Charlie

What’s up Dad?” “Uncle Charlie died.” “Whose uncle Charlie?” Turns out he was a quiet man a relative who I never met. A solitary sort of bloke as if he couldn’t or didn’t want to fit in. No one in the His family lost touch and Charlie died alone in his room, no relatives could be found. His death notice appeared in the local paper, too late he had already been buried, alone, an unmarked paupers grave. Pregnant, jobless, homeless. A girl ‘in service,’ what happened? We will never know I suppose. Victorian England was a harsh, unforgiving place. Society still reels from their pompous values. Destitute, young and with…

The Underpass

The cab driver didn’t know exactly where the young couple wanted to be and was a little suspicious at first. Well dressed, clean, clearly just in on one of the many trains from the south and they want a taxi to the roadside in the post-industrial wilderness south of the city. They seemed nice kids so he went with his instinct and took them. “What exactly is it you’re looking for kids there’s nothing in that part of town. It’s just a wasteland,” said the cab driver. “There’s something new we’ve heard about on the internet we’re going to try,”…