The mountains had moved closer overnight. They always did that. All summer they sat politely at the edge of things, blue and decorative, allowing the valley to pretend it had room. Then September sharpened the air, stripped the haze away and brought their faces forward until the village seemed less built than caught between the… Continue reading Autumnal
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Bang.
They were halfway through the second jug when Marcin said truth was not a social agreement, and Tony told him that was exactly the sort of sentence that made people want to remove funding from universities. Anna was leaning against the wall, wine in hand, watching the pub do its usual slow collapse into warmth… Continue reading Bang.
Grey tint
The wind rattles the metal sign above the pub door, someone’s shoved a recycling bin too close to the entrance so the lid keeps knocking against the wall like it’s trying to get in for a quick one. Inside, the four of us are nursing pints that taste vaguely like someone washed the lines with… Continue reading Grey tint
Whales
Whales going cheep (sic) Turns out the whales do still actively retain the the knowledge of the dodos and as such are not all that concerned about the temporal nature of things, a somewhat zen attitude they ascribe to their penguinal contempts, fuck the dolphins, they never learnt to fly more than ten feet or… Continue reading Whales
