Snowing Embers

“and he said, it started to snow embers, sparks from the sun, a sign of the last battle, a sign the war is won” They’d made it through the heatwave with a dehydrated mind, when all that was wanted was to give up, and in to the bind. The breeze grew colder, chilly and forceful,…

She was too sweet.

She was too sweet. Sickly. Like candy floss coco pops. Maybe that’s the reason I saw her every Friday, sat at the bar. Alone. A pink Passoa, always stared at her from the damp beer mat, equally as lonely now it had been separated from the rest of the bottle. Did she give everyone tooth…

Tadpoles

It started when I was 6. Following my fathers footsteps through the marshy grass. 6:30am on the first Sunday morning of Spring. The sun was still hiding, wanting to stay under it’s starry duvet, much like I wanted to do. My thoughts drifted back to the warmth of the cosy little room. My feet had…