The gate could barely cope with the weight laid down on its hinges from Marge our sturdy boisterous neighbour. You could never quite tell how the rusted iron did it, but it did – every Thursday like clockwork. The sun would catch her on the side of her cheek, and she would squint up her …
Anthony sat looking at a heavy drizzle of rain through the large glass window at the forefront of “Pebbles” café. He was in a limbo of emotion, detached from this wintry scene. It was as if he was suspended between two perfectly balanced tendencies, not knowing whether to mourn or to rejoice. It was for …
The buzzing sound of the passing cars on the road were a comfort to her. She observed in a distracted way that it provided something she could focus on. It grounded her. She tuned in and out in a way that felt soothing and was able to slink in and out like someone coming slowly …
It’s the same every morning. I wake up and I ask myself one question. Is today going to be the day that I decide to speak again? I search my mind momentarily and always end up shaking my head and saying no, not today. When I made the decision back then not to speak, it …
Winnie-the-walk is the first talker and Molly-the-talk is the third. They are bitter enemies. Their dear old friend ‘Old-Mary’ has recently passed away and her dear friends are discussing her passing. They are all talking about calling to her home to pay their respects where she is laid out before funeral. Winnie-the-walk (talker 1) : …
Bernadette drove to work for 5am every Saturday and Sunday morning. A red magic tree swung back and forth like a pendulum on the rear-view mirror of her car. She could see it out of the corner of her eye as she drove. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as nausea overcame her. ‘I am …
by John Anthony Walter paused before the photographs that adorned his hallway, wondering why this portrait of his daughters would sometimes catch his eye, as if becoming alive for a moment to say hello or give him a wave. An imperceptible smile crossed his lips and his eyes softened as the sound of his children’s giggling laughter flooded his memory. He became aware of his beating heart. Perhaps one …
In February of 2019 the MV Alta took shelter in Ballina bay, and stayed there for three days. Nobody is sure where it had come from, or where it went. There can be doubt it was there though, because one of its crew brought a story ashore. ‘Hey’, came the voice from the shadows. ‘…Hey, …
Chapter 1 A day in the Life The previous evening’s rain had cleared and the morning air was cold and still. Anthony stood on the beach, alone as far as he was aware. Looking towards the sky he could still discern the shimmering stars through the dim light of a winter’s dawn. He had …