That relentless, crashing tide of civilisation had beat its cold, hard progress against him for the last time, leaving him broken, washed up and churned out here…chased out here.
Chased out by a mob too indifferent to form, chased by the silent, faceless ghosts sitting opposite him during each grey commute. By the knowledge that he himself was also haunting these streets of smeared wet grey.
So ...
“That’s my Goldfish!”
“Just leave it Tommy, please.”
“Come on fucker, show me the bottles! I hit them square on”
“Now lad, calm it down a bit, kiddy’s around n all. Ain’t my fault you got a bit of a weak elbow”
“Why you fat old shit! Why don’t you come round this side of the table and I’ll show you my weak fucking elbow!”
“Tommy please!”
“Best listen to ya lady, lover boy, ya making a s...
Harsh white light hums down, bouncing their relentless daggers from brushed steel into the weary, bloodshot eyes peering out from the dull reflection, distorted by bumps and grooves, with a thousand yard stare.
His face, distorted by bumps and grooves in the worktop surface, sports a two day stubble which shades his sagging, grey tinted cheeks with a dirty brown smudge wrapping up to meet with gr...
Carriage wheels clatter along ruts worn deep into the stone, a cacophony thundering in his head as he’s bounced and jostled, whole body sore from the relentless abuse.
But still, he thought with sombre resign, rather this dire journey continue in perpetuity than end … there.
In the distance it twisted defiantly out from a bed of sharp stone, scraping the sky like an unholy, reaching finger, dar...
Shifting dunes harass sighing walls, sturdy peaks sent charging, their ancient onslaught fuelled by the slightest breeze.
Signs of life, long sandblasted from sun beached walls, hide in the corners; a scrawled name here, a fleck of paint there. Though the outcome is inevitable, for now this aging landmark stands proud and alone, a sole monument to mankind set against a dead world....
Sunlight sank through the leafy canopy, its warm glow rolling through green hues to collect softly upon the forest floor.
Even the trail, dirt turned a dusty brown by the weeks of dry summer heat, had adopted a hint of green.
So the gaping mouth of black leapt suddenly out against this backdrop as Billy rounded a large, moss coated oak.
Once surprise had retreated he noticed the stone path, o...
Yellow tinted streetlight, smudged into a warm haze by the settling snow, illuminated the pathway through the park - usually cast into shadow at this late an hour.
Cutting through the park would knock a good 15 minutes off this trek home, he’d already been walking for 45 minutes and with the warmth from the streetlights being solely an illusion, he made up his mind and dug his hands deeper into h...
Foxplot Manor had stood vacant on the outskirts of the village for most of living memory - most that is, save for Granny Minnow, although it was common knowledge you had to take what she “remembered” these days with a whole shaker of salt.
She had always been prone to exaggeration, but now age had long since begun to cloud the edges of her memory, so you really had no idea if what she was tellin...
