Punctuation.

When my wife dies, my heart will die. I will bury them in the grounds of our home and watch the Lotus tree grow from the place where they lay. I will wait as long as it takes and then what’s left of me will die also. I shall then be the gentle breeze that swirls...

Decorating Satan.

It seemed that I had been left with no option other than to have a face off; a showdown with the big man downstairs. I would have been pleased to find myself in any other scenario rather than this, but circumstances had made my conflict with Lucifer non-negotiable. So...

The Borough.

The residents of the filthy borough called Wayward Heath were not amused. Their new supermarket had been unveiled; it was a hulking boob of filthy concrete with grime-encrusted windows. Its brickwork colourfully tainted with obscenities and illegible scrawl. It was...

Oh Brother.

Skate boarding in the haze of yellow street light, down the longest hill in Bristol. The Devonshire hotel with its less than satisfactory credentials. A large angry wasp crawled from the curtain fold. The menacing man who became more elderly as the minutes passed by....

A Man Could Lose Himself…

I went to 10nD0n to get lost, to vanish into the millions and silently weave my way through the bustle of the shifting streets. Towering buildings of self-arranging architecture boasted their majesty to the sky, which in turn only served to make my presence even more...
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