I check the cable ties again and frown. He’s sweating and keeps moving about so much I’m worried he’ll get loose. I’ve always trusted rope more than these stupid bits of plastic but the company won’t fork out for anything these days. ‘Superfluous and unreliable’. Idiots. I use a second tie around both his wrists… Continue reading Anything You Want, You Can Have.
Tag: fiction
Star(tled)
I suppose it wasn’t that long ago when the star fell from the sky. He was surprised at how small it was. Some may describe it as tiny. Though tiny, he reminded himself, is a relative term. I mean compared to an average sized elephant he was tiny. But compared to his old skinny jeans… Continue reading Star(tled)
Worth.
His phone was dead and the dirt and rubble didn’t allow sunlight to reach him. How long had he been down here? Something hard and cold was impaled through his side and it was difficult to breathe. The ground above and below had him pinned looking down so his face was in the dirt and… Continue reading Worth.
Flight & Fight
It is hot. It is bright. I left my sunnies in the car and my head hurts. There is a pimple on my neck and I scratch it idly. I turn to my cousin who is a cunt. “Hey can I borrow your sunnies?” “No.” Cunt. I squint up at the monolith in front of… Continue reading Flight & Fight
The Fifes Go On Holiday
“Kids, your mother and I have something we need to tell you.” Peter paused. He relished the tension reflected in the eyes of his three children and forced himself not to grin as he took a deliberate sip of tea. Susan, his wife, sighed and squeezed his shoulder. “Come on Peter, you’re being cruel.” “Yeah… Continue reading The Fifes Go On Holiday
You know I’m awful at this on the spot bullshit.
Waves kiss cliffs. There’s no stars in the sky so we’ve left the car headlights on. We switched the radio off because we only get static out here. “Do you want to hear a lie?” “It’s fucking cold out here.” “Do you want to hear a lie?” “Why not.” We’re alone, a few metres away… Continue reading You know I’m awful at this on the spot bullshit.
Rock//Window
No one knew who’s fault it was when the rock fell in love with the window. No one knew what to say as we watched them pace in the square. They’re staring. Crowds watch the rock watch the window. He sees clarity in her chest. He sees himself. The window stands transparent. Streaks run down… Continue reading Rock//Window
Leeches
“You know when you’ve got nothing and they take that too, what’s that called?” “You’re so boring.” “Fuck you.” “Whatever Nietzsche.” I punch him in the shoulder and he laughs so I punch him again. He ignores me and pushes between my knees, leaning his chest against mine. His weight presses me against the shower… Continue reading Leeches
