What the? She jerks awake – head jumping from the pillow and a moan of reluctance following the arc of movement.
The white-blue dazzle of LED light jabs fingers in the side of her face and her skin cringes away in irritation at the rude awakening. OK … OK … Forgot to turn the phone off. It’s OK. Continue reading 2AM Photo→
the time that you see this, I will no longer exist.
There will be an entity walking around who looks like me and sounds like me, but that being will be a figment of society’s imagination. The ‘me’ who thinks and feels and processes my experience as an individual will have been wiped clean and reconstructed with a personality and behaviour patterns that more readily suits the status quo.
The tram clutters its way clumsily up the slow incline; its bell clanking noisily to notify those nearby of its presence. She laughs at its wheezy passing as she imagines that she and her husband sound something similar as they slowly make their way up the low, broad steps.
She turns to study the man walking beside her. The aqua and white stripes of his t-shirt stretch to accommodate the generous belly that makes him ideal for the role of Santa that he plays for the local children at the end of every year. His profile is one she has studied for 46 years and slept beside for 43. Continue reading A Picture-Perfect Moment→
I came to on a slightly cold, immediately unfamiliar floor. A movement more sensed than seen, drew my eye upward. And there she stood, straddled across my prone form: the fullness of woman personified. The warm white of her skin contrasted sharply to the total black of the plain knicker and bra set that caressed her form and left my mouth watering. Continue reading Her. In Detail→