Wolves

They had travelled as shadows for an age now, arriving in the form of wolves after a brief dream that birthed a pack mentality in them. The prey had at first been a teacher that they were after. The teacher, a fellow shadow, a jackdaw if Black Dog remembered correctly, that had rolled in the [...]

Man Sitting 2

Propped up by shadow, a source of primary colour, wearing shades to adjust the brightness of the whole scene. Earth met sky and water and collaborated on an idea which he shared in. It was Sunday and, having left the God Complex behind with the rest of the big smoke, he had come here to [...]

Man Sitting 1

It was ironic that he had been planning a fishing trip for ages and here he was without any fishing gear at all. One blink and he was hundreds of miles away from that desk where he had been falling asleep while trying to type. He was a typist, not a writer: that’s what capote [...]

Watch Out

She glanced over her shoulder, shivering as she felt the past night’s events freeze into place. She wouldn’t be able to look backwards anymore because her gaze, piercing as it had become, would shatter that delicate icy reflection of the present moment. She cradled the gun, unsure of the object in a way she had [...]

The Corridor

A life spent in corridors hadn’t prepared her for the sensation she got when she came across the mural. It froze her in her tracks, feeling momentarily like Alice faced with a looking glass that was a bit behind with its presentation of reflections. Who was the owner of the image? This painting, located between [...]

Minimalist Heart

He’d removed himself from the room because he knew that he upset the balance that existed therein. When he had asked the architect to design it he had not thought about what effect his presence would have upon the harmony of the design. It was so perfect that he wept, and he knew that his [...]

A Certain Kind Of Man

I’m learning myself - it’s an important lesson; and this mirror is a damned good teacher. I’ve been creating myself for a long time - a slow accrual of items like bytes building up to make a whole mouthful of data. They will look at me like I am looking at me and, if they [...]

Photographic Memory

Caught in an act of balance as I always seemed to be in photographs - balanced between what I was and what I was becoming, between how I felt and how I knew I’d look. It’s not as if I ever forged a smile though — more like the person taking the photo was drawing [...]

Night Mare Ride

She was head-deep in the paint, pearly globs of cadmium white cloying at the back of her mouth and clogging her already full throat with information. The horse she’d dragged up out of the metaphor tide this visual gateway had offered was hard to handle - a fiesty mare, nightmare. This was the only way [...]