Out of the Blue…

Unexpected…

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You always wish a quick, unlingering death for those you love. If pain is the unwanted companion on the final stretch, it is best persuaded that its tenure will only be temporary; no hanging around and effect. This is what I was thinking when I sat at the side of my mother as she lay dying.

She had gone into hospital in the middle of May. Another lockdown was being drawn to a close and the polical leaders of the day were basking in the triumph of a job well done. People were still catching the virus and many were still dying. In the meantime, new variants were mutating and crossing borders with astounding ease. At this stage, it would be appropriate to blame the government, but across the world mistakes were being made – it was just that the mistakes made in these circumstances could have been avoided without…

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Out of the Blue…

You always wish a quick, unlingering death for those you love. If pain is the unwanted companion on the final stretch, it is best persuaded that its tenure will only be temporary; no hanging around and effect. This is what I was thinking when I sat at the side of my mother as she lay... Continue Reading →

Dislocated…

Another road taken…

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There are times when taking detours is engaging. They pass the time, increase the journey, and introduce new aspects to be admired. The crow flies the shortest distance between two points and if a crow is a generic representation of birds in general, all birds must take the shortest and most efficient path between two points, that is if crows abide by the sayings of man. 

Crows, like men, can be distracted from their journeys’ end. The goshawk had diverted from its path in order to take advantage of an opportunity to exercise its instincts and satiate its nature. It had become death and destruction for those moments when it picked that unsuspecting woodpigeon from the skies. The pigeon never knew that death was so close, that a change of flightpath that had come about due to a change in light or wind, had signed the end-of-life agreement the bird…

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Dislocated…

There are times when taking detours is engaging. They pass the time, increase the journey, and introduce new aspects to be admired. The crow flies the shortest distance between two points and if a crow is a generic representation of birds in general, all birds must take the shortest and most efficient path between two... Continue Reading →

Netherworld…

I was in the netherworld of my dreams and the grim construct of Hansel was before me. I could not escape any of this, even when I had a head-start. Why, why, why did I have to be here? It felt as if I had been strapped to a wheel, one of my bike wheels... Continue Reading →

From AWOL…

Mathew woke us with a swift rap at the door. “This is becoming a habit.”  He smiled though I did not see much mirth. He’d come to tell us that we were going to meet with the leaders. They wanted to see this fabled Adam. We followed him through the compound that was well hidden... Continue Reading →

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 →

Mum…

I left a message on Mum’s phone the day after her death. I knew that the house would be empty, that the air would be still and that her slippers would be sitting, waiting for her, at the foot of her chair. There would be the still fresh memory of her moving around the kitchen,... Continue Reading →

Date of Birth…

The importance of a drugs’ guru…

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My bed was still within the ward, but the ward was now part of the forest. It was no surprise that this provider of pain-relief should now be transforming into a shaman whose powers had been cultivated on the moist carpet of the forest floor.

It was the decaying leaves that I was treading on as I returned to the woods. I had slipped from beneath the sheets and eased onto the floor without being noticed. I would have liked to say that I heard an owl overhead, but nothing made a sound in that darkened place. If creatures lived here, they would be the type that lived in a plague of stillness, never once breaking beyond it to announce the coming of death. To move in such a place was to invite discovery.

Winter was upon that world. Each passing moment sought to establish its claim. It was a…

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