Sarah’s Stand: a story

The doorbell rang. Sarah emptied her glass and placed it by the opened Beaujolais and second wine glass. Her dress was the colour of wet slates, the colour of her mood she thought as she walked to the door.‘Come in, Stuart,’ she said, radiating a smile that never touched her eyes. Stuart stepped into theContinue reading “Sarah’s Stand: a story”

Trust – is it worth the risk?

“Just let go,” the joker cried, “I’ll catch you.” or maybe not, I thought, my mind in conflict remembering unsaved falls, deceived acquaintances who heard the smooth words and believed. “I’ll give it back.” The small boy whined “Just one go.” but one is never only one – I’d seen when pleasure leads to brokenContinue reading “Trust – is it worth the risk?”

Ready for Valentine Day

St Valentine was a martyr, dying a martyr’s death. Other than that, the facts of the person (there’s also the possibility that the saint was a woman) are open to conjecture. there were lots of people named Valentine because, well, it was a very popular name for around six hundred years as ‘“Valentinus” signified beingContinue reading “Ready for Valentine Day”

Suburban Sunday

Eleanor tucked herself tightly into the corner of the sofa and flicked through the colour supplement, licking a fingertip between each turn – licking, flicking, licking, flicking. Jude filled the rest of the space, long limbs bent to fit, face and chest covered by the sports pages that rose and fell with his erratic breathing.Continue reading “Suburban Sunday”

Rock Face: a poem on deflection

Rock Face – the poem vocal assault of bluntnessparry and thrust of the jokervacuous echoes filling spaceavoidance of the interloper Rock Face – the image Today I had an assessment / pre-course meeting for goal setting prior to beginning a DBT skills course for people with autism spectrum disorder.Yesterday I was wound up about it,Continue reading “Rock Face: a poem on deflection”

Surviving Time : a short story

From the damp stone wall the oppressive timepiece hammered out the death throes of a spirit: tock, tock, tock. The man fought to disassociate from the callous beat that marched down time, leaning back into the sharp bench slats and forcing his hard fists against his ears. Anything to block the unrelenting beat. He thoughtContinue reading “Surviving Time : a short story”