Stepping down from sky

The car halts. I slowly twist my face towards the driver as I sit up straight.‘This is it,’ he says.’This is what?’‘Tarrafal’‘Where?’‘Come’He beckons me towards the cliff edge. I follow, cautiously.‘Come ... come ...’I follow. Much more cautiously. Beyond the gravel, rock, and dust - all far too dry to give my shoes any purchase... Continue Reading →

Dry

A madman stumbles around the white line of the barren road. His brain had dried up. His cup of alcohol is empty.   Nothing happens fast. Space so vast the car though fast seems to pass as would a snail crossing a desert.   Tar gives way to cobbles. Cobbles give way to dust.

Flashback

The siren passes, and the blitz of blue and yellow flashes past a moment later. Then all is quiet. From the spacious front seat of the National Express coach I have panoramic views across Leeds' city limits and the M621. The coach smoothly accelerates under a sign for London and Wakefield and we join the... Continue Reading →

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