Rory
“You could’ve bought it from the vending machine, sir. Everyone does that nowadays. I’m afraid I do not have any change with me.” Milling about the platform of Connolly station, I was replaying, in my mind, the encounter that had happened a few minutes ago at the ticket window. The man was right. I should’ve… Read More
In Search Of Something
The long walk to this bar had been about hope. Not that a few drinks could flush down the dysphoria, but they could proffer her a getaway from it. She’d peered hard at everything on the way as if trying to make notes for a memoir. It wasn’t just “milling about in the streets of London” this time…. Read More
Mother was here.
I slipped into my bed three hours ago; Sleep is a struggle for some; Insomnia is real. After an After an hour of receiving instant gratification from the smartphone, my body began to slowly melt into the mattress beneath it. You’d consider yourself lucky on the days when this happens a little early. REM phase kicked in quickly and I forgot to turn off the room heater. I never do that. But that’s not the important thing. What’s important is that… Read More
The Rubbish Truths 