Stories

I am working on a short story as I travel south by train in Florida. Began 6 months ago on a flight over, I return to it when I have moments between assignments. It is not a creation to be loved and admired, just the considerations and embellishments of a …

Out of Tune

The light has changed. It is already darker as I write at 3pm. I played my piano, I couldn’t resist, but she is out of tune. She, like me, has been left to herself for too long, and can no longer sound sweet. Some notes click, others stick at the …

Lebewohl

Put on your game face, you can’t hide here anymore. You’ve taken every step to show the world you won’t bargain what life’s for. And there’s meaning there behind every movement made. Even though the very fabric of your life has frayed.   But oh, you know, that bright eyes …

My Place

There’s a place that we go, inside our heads. Sometimes it’s with sound that calms us. Sometimes it’s with nature. Sometimes it’s with another person, who we trust to take there. I trusted someone, someone who knew me a long time. I took him to that place and showed him …

Moving On

When the world moves around you, it is almost impossible to stay in that space, alone in yourself, wondering when things won’t feel the same anymore. The quiet was nice, the calm, the chance to just worry about the small flat he left you with, and making enough to sustain …

The Consolation Tree

     I found the tree when he left me. I had never noticed it in the garden, but then again, I had never visited the way I do now. It was unusual, the leaves a dark green with a texture similar to ivy, glossed as if dipped in resin …

Pause

I wait in anticipation for the audience to breathe. No one wants to break the silence, not even a cough from a normally disinterested listener cracks the air. He captured them all. 10 seconds could have passed at the end of his encore before a single clap triggered the wave …

By the Tracks

I want to touch it all. The greens play with the browns of the earth. Don’t you want to know what the leaves of that bramble bush feel like near the railroad tracks? The flowing metal against the harshest of stems? I do constantly. I want to grasp my surroundings. …

Repeat

I’m here again. Have you ever put a song on repeat? I have right now. It’s a piano piece called Samba. I think I will learn it, I have the sheet music for it somewhere. And here it is again. The same song, the same feelings, another perspective. I am …

Coming Home

I made a quick trip to the north to see my mother. My family is spread all over Europe and America, but luckily my mum is just a 5 hour train ride to Newcastle. The closest relative would be my dad in Buckinghamshire, but seeing as that is my most …