“In our home town, in the nursery where we played and fought like adults. I find it deep in a box of toy cars, remnants of your blood on the plastic, a motorway pile-up in miniature.”
My story “Open Heart Surgery” is published today over at Ellipsis Zine.
http://www.ellipsiszine.com/open-heart-surgery-by-paul-thompson/
“Good for the garden, my father says.
His skin prickles, raindrops on the window reflecting his anxiety.
Good for your father, my mother says. Behind his back, whispering it to me as we watch him fidget.”
My story, “Good for the Garden” can be found over at Ellipsis Zine.
http://www.ellipsiszine.com/good-for-the-garden-by-paul-thompson/
“All the other kids call him the snake. At first behind his back, but now to his face.”
My story, “The Stillness of Fields” can be found over at Ellipsis Zine.
http://www.ellipsiszine.com/the-stillness-of-fields-by-paul-thompson/
We spend our days playing in the closet.
In our imagination it is a spaceship, a doorway to other worlds, a portal that can travel through time. In the darkness we act out our fantasies, constructing the characters of our narrative. We play with the treasures that surround us – costumes in boxes, paperwork on shelves, trinkets that remind us of our parents.
We play all day in the closet, waiting for the door to be unlocked once more.
Paul Thompson 