We’ve all heard it, haven’t we? “Wash your mouth out with soap!” - the time-honoured battle cry of scandalised mothers and exasperated schoolteachers at the merest whiff of profanity. It’s one of those sayings that practically begs to be spoken, an incantation of moral hygiene, if you will. Failing to utter it in the wake of … Continue reading Soap and The Eff Word.
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A Tight Spot…
A man is not measured by his misfortunes, but by the quiet joys he leaves behind. Afflicted, dispossessed, shunned - reconciled to drowning his woes in merciless torrents of alcohol - he slumped among shrubs, benches, doorsteps, and bus stops, his presence a shifting ghost in the landscape of our town. That was Derek, our … Continue reading A Tight Spot…
Summits and Scorched Smalls
With clenched teeth and lungs wrung dry of breath, we clawed our way upwards, each step a battle against the gnawing cold that sank its teeth into our bones. Ice clung to the crags of our faces like barnacles on a shipwreck, and the bitter wind sliced at our extremities with the precision of a … Continue reading Summits and Scorched Smalls
Part Polished…
For a brief time, I found myself under the roof of my aunt. The reasons for this arrangement are far too complicated to drag you through, suffice to say, the pain of explanation is best avoided, and I shall stick to the essentials. Staying at my aunt's was not my first choice, but choices were … Continue reading Part Polished…
Something Fishy
Up the lane, past the wheat fields that swayed like golden seas, beyond the schoolyard where laughter had long since been scrubbed from the walls, and past the witch’s hut - an ominous place we barely dared to whisper about - lay the golf course drive. A sharp turn to the right, a plunge down … Continue reading Something Fishy
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