Just A Feeling

Just A Feeling It’s just a feeling, a tingling in the toes. I pull them back and wriggle them around but the tingling remains. Very odd? I decide to go for a walk marching around the neighbourhood like a demented crow all stiff-legged, feet pointing. After a mile, I think my strange sensations gone. They […]

The New Shoes (5)

I hear them giggle. I feel them wiggle. I smell an unknown scent. My wife is with another man and a rage I have suppressed for a decade surfaces. Why I carry a knife I do not know, but I do and it feels good in my palm. I act before they stir. I stab […]

The New Shoes (4)

The landing has a familiar air that the other rooms have not. I know there’s a picture of Helen and myself looking right at me even if I can’t see it. The picture is yet another bane; it is of our wedding day, a constant reminder of my shackles.I sneak towards our bedroom: first door […]

The New Shoes (3)

I bumble my way across the dining room to the foot of the stairs. Here, I pause. I know full well the first three steps creak from shoddy workmanship. Even though our house is still new in the timespan of such things, the stairs are a constant noisy annoyance. I step to the right which […]

The New Shoes (2)

I run my fingertips across our new kitchen doors; they seem less polished, more ragged than the lacquered finish that cost me a holiday and a year of moaning. I don’t know why this is because I bought them for Helen, or so I convince my obsequious self each new day that I fawn upon […]

Drifting on a Dream

Drifting on a dream. I’m drifting on a dream. I remember you from somewhere, but I’m drifting on a dream Grandma was old, ancient, in fact. With skin like Norwegian fjords, one could trace her beginnings through history right back to the day she was born. I often wondered what she was like as a […]

This Dream

50 Word Stories: This Dream I sit in the coffee shop staring at images of the Venetian lagoon all crumbling facades and stucco plastering. A spotlight glimmers like a golden sun, yet it is dark outside, a miserable morning. And I realise as I sup my ochre ichor, I’m lost in this dream called life.