Lost Christmas…9

The nights are cold. There is never enough warmth from the others. There are times when I think that they must not notice me. I walk so close to the walls that I have become accustomed to mixing with shadows. The kiosk man sees me. The boy came on the second night of the falling.... Continue Reading →

So Far So Good…

It was a nice day. All the days had been nice. According to later accounts, there were only two people existing to enjoy such days. Their first seven days had passed into something that their children would call a week. The thought of children had never crossed their minds; sex wasn't even on the radar.... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…8

He came just after dark. I could hear his terrible steps across the city. My world trembled with each footfall. Tonight, my room had a window to the world and I stood at the cold pane watching the giant's advance. Each stride was met by fire. Each step an explosion. And I watched as if... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…8

He came just after dark. I could hear his terrible steps across the city. My world trembled with each footfall. Tonight, my room had a window to the world and I stood at the cold pane watching the giant's advance. Each stride was met by fire. Each step an explosion. And I watched as if... Continue Reading →

Sleep And The Living…

I have always slept. Eight hours is what I aim for, eight long, deep hours of nothingness. The years have probably dealt me many good nights in which I have wandered aimlessly through the ocean of indifference, bumping into the various flotsam and jetsam that remain of my consciousness. At other times, sleep has been... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…7

Walls have ears. They listen to everything that happens. They hear love, hate, frustration, happiness and fear. Walls are absorbent. They embrace time and trap it. As I wake, I feel the security of those walls. Nothing gets in and nothing gets out. The sleeper is lodged beneath wakefulness. I can hear his deep breaths... Continue Reading →

Eve Snippet…

It was a week before Rachael’s eyes focused. It was during the early hours of the morning. I was sleeping in the chair at the side of the bed when she screamed. I jumped out of myself with fear and Ruth almost fell down the stairs. Rachel was bolt upright in bed with her eyes... Continue Reading →

Another Eve Extract…

We moved her into our house after that. She stayed off school because of the broken arm we said she had suffered. She had got lost in the woods on the night of the storm and had tripped and fallen. Her arm had fractured, but what had made it worse was the that she had... Continue Reading →

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