Another Eve…

I had spent my life encountering and trying not to encounter hunters. Our paths seemed to be destined to cross. Now, my little band was on their trail. It seemed the best way of avoiding them. None of us spoke as we launched into the greyness of the world. The city was enveloping us, the... Continue Reading →

The Story of Eve…

“Tell you what,” his new voice announced, “Why don’t we just settle this nice and easy? Just you and me.” He was offering me the chance to fight to the death, knowing all along that he would win. Superior strength would always win; that’s what he thought. He lumbered himself up to his full height... Continue Reading →

Discarded Ending I Presume…

Long sleep the end… The bottom line was that I was trapped. I was in a place of safety, secure in the knowledge that I would never be exposed to the forces that threatened me, those forces that lived on the outside. The problem was that when places were this safe, they didn’t tend let... Continue Reading →

Meetings. From The Story of Eve…

The stories that sit behind people are often surprising. The story of how Mother met Peter was one such tale. Mother had been one of the founders of the Citadel. A woman helping to set up a place where future generations would exclude all but surrogate mothers who were little more than hired help –... Continue Reading →

Before the audition…

I think they call it the Green Room. It’s a place in television production where actors or performers prepare themselves for the show that is to come. The room in which I was asked to wait was green. I was one of many acts to present themselves before the staff on that day. There were... Continue Reading →

The Chinese, Tea and Milk…

On that fourth day, Mother and I found ourselves seated at one of the long benches in the underground. A number of Laura’s group were off scouting outside. Some ripple of information had worked its way amongst them and they had organised themselves into small scouting parties. Maddie, the little girl who had twice come to... Continue Reading →

Flowers and The Dead…

He was waiting for me when I got home. He’s not a great talker and neither am I. That’s another gift from our creator. “New job,” I announced. “Cheating spouse.” The Leatherman nodded. We’ve been together for over twenty years now and I have never got round to giving him a name. He had one... Continue Reading →

For Mum…

I wrote this some time ago before the future became the present, and soon-to-be past. In the next few days, my own mother will pass. I always wanted to write about her and the life that she had lived. In the end, the only things I have written are in note form. When she dies... Continue Reading →

A Stage To Cough Upon…

There is a formula in mathematics that enables the enquirer to ascertain the rate of change of a thing. The thing in question can be anything. The thing could be perhaps a chemical compound, momentum, traffic lights and air traffic controls. These things are important even if we never really think about them or take... Continue Reading →

The Great Hall and Everything…

If my room offered a covering of darkness, the corridor was a block of it. As had become the norm, there were no comforting snores or reassuring farts, no mumbled half-remembered lines from the subconscious of sleeping minds. There was just the certainty of the silence which had probably always been there, plus the drumming... Continue Reading →

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