Memories

Walking down the street, hand held by mum, My eyes shift to the right, and I see you. Standing in the doorway, cig in hand, Arm lifting, you wave. Standing in the street, I get stuck talking, The village gossips are asking if he’s dead yet. Walking down the street, towards me, An eye roll … Continue reading Memories →

What is it, to win?

It’s hollow now. Soulless. Nothing there but bones and headstones. So many years feeling worthless, but now they are worthless to me. And yet it does not feel like a win. It is heart-breaking to know of the pain they have caused. Through choice, or through ignorance. Acting saddened and disgraced that her last wishes … Continue reading What is it, to win? →

Day 28

And when the rain fell, they looked at each other and they laughed. Running through puddles, pushing and pulling at each other as they ran. Their laughter was loud and happiness radiated from their eyes. To live in the moment was a miraculous thing.

Day 21

And then with 5 little words, the stresses were gone. The words came out of nowhere, from somewhere behind her and were so very much familiar... and British, that she actually felt herself sigh. "Stick the kettle on, then."

Day 19

And then the whistle blew, the results were in and everyone sat there waiting. There could be only one. The weight of the world was on everyone's shoulders. Until the name was drawn and the weight of the people passed over onto the chosen one.

Day 16

And then the knife slid through the silk scarf as though it was butter. It would have been beautiful to watch if it wasn't such an obvious threat.

Day 15

And then the sky turned red and the people stood in awe. There was peace throughout the land. Finally it was over.

Day 13

And it was only in nature that she saw them. It was never from peering out the window or walking down the street. She knew that in order to see them, she had to make that effort. The walk was quiet, up the hill and past all the townhouses with their chimney's smoking and up … Continue reading Day 13 →

Day 11

And she looked around, took in a huge breath of clean air and jumped. The mountain was high and her board left a wave of snow behind her. Her mind was silent, her body moving so effortlessly down the slopes... is this what heaven feels like...?

Day 10

And then she wailed. The birds, who had previously been singing their eve song, closed their beaks. Even they knew this was no longer the time. The air stilled and a respectful, unsure tension overcame the earth. A wail that was so powerful it stilled every nation could surely only come from an unbearable, unspeakable … Continue reading Day 10 →