Life or death

    Frank scuttled forward, peered over the line in front of him and returned to gazing at his well-worn trainers. Being British, Frank was not one to break the mould; he too hated a queue. This queue, he entertained, was possibly the largest he had ever stood in. It snaked left and right. At

Taxi

    The party was dull and Katie couldn’t hide it. There was only so many times she was prepared to roll her eyes in her mind and plaster on a fake smile as fellow reveller entered her precious personal space – thirteen and counting.  She wandered into the kitchen, on the search for another

A Manhattan Story

A Manhattan Story   He rushed off the plain, grabbed his bags at a run Through the terminal building, and into the sun He was feeling quite jetlagged, so he hailed a cab “To the Waldolf please,” he said to Ahab   The journey was short, the skyline he sighted His heart started thumping, he

They

Mum kisses my head and says goodnight. She turns off the light and closes the door behind her. her shadow lingers outside my door. She waits for a good twenty seconds before she moves away and the unfiltered light creeps back in under my door. I stare into the black void above my head. Aside