Writer at the Ready

I prefer the table without a light, even if it’s in line with the toilet. Out of the glare, more room for shadows. The hum of the drink’s fridge is meditative and reduces the conversation at the till to syllables and intonations that gently pepper my thoughts. From my seat, I watch people queuing, apprehensively, […]

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coffee

black vein-filler i choose to sit in and sip gentle wait for that caffeine to deliver a speed-shot mental booster ideas run hot over my computer

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Life Lines

Dot plodded round the balcony, switching on the lights. She collected her mop and bucket from the cupboard by the gemstones, her name scrawled across it in marker pen.   “It’s my bucket,” she once yelled at an agency cleaner, a scrawny kid who tried to laugh it off but folded under her glare. It […]

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