‘I haven’t dreamt in years Joe’. ‘What’s that you say Charlie I can’t hear you with the fucking engine noise from that ancient tractor of yours coming in at me lug. What are ya on about?’ Joe didn’t really care about a lot of things. He just sat at his till flicking through an interior …
‘Have you the paper saved for me there, I sent that little fucker of mine down for it earlier and as usual his head was in the clouds, and he came back with a bottle of Lucozade and a lion bar. The hangover cure no doubt, he is the selfish one that one’. Joe discarded …
People stared at me a lot presumably because of the bump. They were really nice though in allowing me to get on the lift first. They smiled as I ambled carefully down hallways. I would hurry up to meet them at the end of a long corridor where they were holding a door open for …
‘Have you the paper saved for me there, I sent that little fucker of mine down for it earlier and as usual his head was in the clouds, and he came back with a bottle of Lucozade and a lion bar. The hangover cure no doubt, he is the selfish one that one’. Joe discarded …
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 …
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) : …