Tony kicked sand off his foot and squinted at the sky like it owed him money.“They’d walked out of the pub mostly because the air-con was broken again and Tony said the carpet smelled like an old man’s regret. So they wandered down to the beach, half-pissed and half-sunburned, leaving behind the sticky tables and… Continue reading Dogs
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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
Sydney 2026
Adam was already two beers in and still annoyed about something that had happened ten minutes ago. “Five-fifty pitch,” he said again, like saying it often enough might stop it being wasted. “You don’t force that. Ever.” Marcin didn’t look up from the screen. “You say that now. Same bloke who tried to reverse sweep… Continue reading Sydney 2026
Boxing day
They were already arguing before anyone remembered why they’d come out. The Sandbar smelled like hot oil and damp carpet, the sort of place that claimed “coastal vibes” despite being three suburbs from the water. Mitch was at the bar first, talking to the bartender about how sustainability was just “risk hedging dressed up as… Continue reading Boxing day
Ch.7
Loose stools, rings on the table, similar universe as before. summer, cicadas, shower an hour or so ago, some drips, heat of the day fading Adam was already a few drinks in when Marcin said it. “I still think you’re smuggling time in through the back door,” Marcin said, staring into his glass like it… Continue reading Ch.7
Bunkering down
The snow along the fjord road had that grey, exhausted look,the kind it gets when it’s been asked to cover more sinsthan even nature thinks reasonable. Albert kicked at a frozen clump and muttered,“So Silicon Valley’s digging bunkers now.”Marin didn’t look up. “Of course they are.They think the world’s falling apart.”“Isn’t it?” he asked.She shrugged.… Continue reading Bunkering down
Ceteris Paribus 