Our new home is known as the Clock Tower.
The village layout is a masterpiece of practical design, every house having a direct view of the clock face. We arrive one autumn evening, new keys and a fresh start, unpacking some essentials before sleeping on temporary beds.
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My story ‘Here Come The Gulls’ is published over at Spelk today. Hope you enjoy.
Here Come the Gulls
She will set fire to the garden, to bring her father back.
It is day sixteen of the heatwave. The lawn is a tinderbox ready to spark. Shrivelled flowerbeds are perfect kindling.
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My new story ‘An Open and Honest Dialogue’ is published today. A modern relationship in 100 words. Massive thanks to The Drabble.
Sometimes I just sit and watch the horizon, dreaming of my younger self. Remembering the version of me that knew nothing of what I would become, the adult who sits here today.
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Approaching the edge of the rooftop I have an urge to jump off.
This sensation is common when scavenging the upper floors. It is a form of high place phenomenon, typified by the healthy desire to jump off an edge. This urge comes from contradictory signals generated by the brain – the backing away from an edge, reinforcing the conclusion that you were always going to jump.
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Through the lens she finds her target.
Visibility is poor, the last of the light fading into night. A little adjusting of the focus brings her target into view. It’s taken some time, but she may be able to get a perfect shot.
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