A Time To Cut…

There is always a crossroads, a juncture, an end of something. I have spent the last four years counting down to that moment and now that I have arrived I am wondering what it is that I am supposed to do. Is it a case that I meekly shuffle off to the side of my... Continue Reading →

Strange Fruit…

I have just stopped my morning's writing but will be returning to it later as it is now flying along. My form of writing provides as many surprise to me as it does to the reader. When you are in the zone, it is like a fugue state, the world of your book is clearer... Continue Reading →

From The Floodlands..

An Extract: “You, young lady, are most certainly brave. You risked your life for these others whom you do not know.” Her eyes studied me. “You have been in the wilderness for a long time, haven’t you?” I did not know what she meant by wilderness because, for me, it was just the world. “Have... Continue Reading →

The Final Thaw…

There was no clock and therefore there was no time. He had a memory of a steady knocking, but that was no more. As with most declines, it started with only the tiniest of momentum.  However, the inevitable and irreparable course was set. There was a creeping realisation that movement was happening; he was passing... Continue Reading →

The Thaw 5 …

The clock told him that it was 5 o'clock. There was no knocking at his door, but he wondered why he should have ever thought there would be. He was in his bed. His feet felt like blocks of ice and his bladder was pointing out the obvious; he was a very old man who... Continue Reading →

The Thaw 4…

He was awake. Noises had woken him and he listened for them beneath the lie of silence. His bladder ached for action and he would be out of bed and following its demands as soon as he could persuade himself. He looked at the clock and it informed him that another hour had passed. It... Continue Reading →

The Thaw 3…

It was the freezing air that tried to enter.  For a moment he stood, transfixed by what had taken place. The world had changed and it was waiting for him. One small step and he was through the door. He wore only flimsy slippers, worn away to the bone. He wanted to turn back. He... Continue Reading →

The Thaw 2…

Beyond his window was winter. It had finally arrived. A long-awaited smile cracked beneath the surface of his leathered skin. He inhaled the cold air that had perpetrated beyond the pane of glass...at Last.  "So, you have returned to me." The empty world gave no response.  He watched the frozen landscape, and the moon, impaled... Continue Reading →

The Thaw…

If anyone had told him about climate change in the past, he would have scoffed. 'Tree-huggers,' he would have muttered. These days, that was different. He was awake again. A full bladder told him that he not only had to visit the lavatory, but that he was getting older. This happened to men past a... Continue Reading →

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