Firstly, I will say that my body and I have had our ups and downs. I treated her terribly in my twenties. And so she decided to teach me a lesson. Somewhere between 23 and 24 she stopped conquering junk food and just got (dare I say it) fat. I hated myself for […]
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The Hemingway Day. Move.
I am back from my little Spanish jaunt and now I find myself amidst a sea of boxes as the boy and I prepare for a little change of scenery. This week’s WordPress photo challenge is of change, and the timing couldn’t be sweeter. Here’s a moving-day Hemingway Day for a few sections of fiction… […]
The Hemingway Day. Surface.
So far in glorious London we have enjoyed about three days of summer. Today is the fourth. The sun is shining, the children are shrieking outside, my office fan is blowing hot air in circles, the inebriated are out early… and isn’t it just marvellous? Here’s The Hemingway Day. Surface. Suede and water never did mix.
Happy Feet.
The Audition. The red door stood stark against a street of black counterparts. It was the exact shade of the virtual lipstick signature that sat at the end of the email she’d sent. She called herself Darling. I leant towards the lacquered wood and heard only space behind it. I glanced again at the […]
Dirty Laundry.
Dirty Laundry. The bell on the launderette door chinked as the man in the suit slinked inside. He was smartly dressed to the most meticulous detail; his cufflinks polished, the pleats of his trousers crisp, his finely crafted Saville Row suit not the kind one might usually see in a place such as […]
The Monday Muse. Skinny Fry.
You will have to excuse my meandering mind again today. As I was laid face down on a surgeon’s table this morning, I couldn’t help but wish I was sat on the riverside bench that the boy and I had perched on just 20 hours previously with two portions of chips and a can of […]
The End of the Line.
The Hemingway Day… Aiming to deliver a few seconds of literary escapism as work begins to take its toll for yet another year. The End of the Line. He was ready. Just three steps. Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt.
The End of the Line.
The Hemingway Day… Aiming to deliver a few seconds of literary escapism as work begins to take its toll for yet another year. The End of the Line. He was ready. Just three steps. Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt.
Hunt.
Day 15 of photography101… “landscape.” Hunt. I edged lower into the rows of grain, willing the ground to be tight-lipped as it clicked beneath every movement of my limbs. A cracking resonated with every footstep he took. I froze just as his shins appeared above the kernels touching my forehead.