The Island Jessica ran towards the edge of the lake, fallen acorns and old pine cones kicking up from her shoes. Grasshoppers leapt away from her rampage through their territory and butterflies swirled in the air, dancing their incomprehensible steps about her head. She ran for all she was worth, hair tied with blue ribbons … Continue reading The Island
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The Storm
The Storm Huddled in the small porch of a hotel, Ben frowned at the weather and mentally measured the distance from the door to his car. Rain sheeted out of the sky, falling in a torrent that seemed ignorant of the fact that it was late June. Over the sound of the raindrops forming channels … Continue reading The Storm
Taking the Fifth
Taking the Fifth Ba da ba daa. Sandy whistled Beethoven’s Fifth to himself as he walked purposefully through the market. It was early morning, the grey light of an autumnal dawn spread itself tentatively across the narrow streets surrounding the open market place. The traders were already here, tying tarpaulin covers to metal structures that … Continue reading Taking the Fifth
After the Fall
After the Fall Clouds loomed overhead, filling the sky to the horizon, the only light coming from the occasional lances of lightning arcing towards the earth. Thunder rolled in the heavens and rain poured down in a torrent. In a wide expanse of field, caught in the eye of the storm, two figures were walking, … Continue reading After the Fall
Moonshine
Moonshine The street lights cast their isolated amber glow, barely bright enough to light more than a small radius around them. Alex, trudging down the pavement, vaguely remembered something in the local rag about the street lights being too bright, but he hadn’t read the article properly. It could have been that they were not … Continue reading Moonshine
Friday
Friday Becky’s eyes snapped open a few seconds before her alarm starting chirruping happily on the small table next to her bed. She raised a hand and silenced it. Instead of getting up straight away, she hovered for a moment on the edge of sleep, enjoying being snuggled beneath the covers and the warm sunlight … Continue reading Friday
Nick Palmer 