The Little Sunflower

My moisturizer smells like summer. The scent fills my nose as I rest my face against my knuckles; sitting sideways on the green grandfather chair under my window. The cool breeze coming through the open window makes the sunflower on the sill sway, its head pointing in the direction of the afternoon sun as if…

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…

Jam Jars

I was sat in my car on Monday morning, trying to find a radio station that didn’t have some overly chirpy DJ presenting the breakfast show… No luck. The close was empty at 5am, peaceful and free of family morning mayhem; i’m going to miss it when school starts next week. There is a door…