I sit, waiting -for the silence between the heartbeats, the pause between each breath. /At the end of a falling star, or the flicker of a lightbulb – behind the half-closed door/ As the bird stops singing, and even ants run off to hide - I’m waiting.
Charlie stood behind the counter gazing up at the moose head that hung from the opposite wall. Its black beady eyes stared back, mocking him. Even from here he could see the patchiness of its fur and he instinctively hugged himself, his hands reaching to the worn fabric of his elbows. ‘Are you even listening … Continue reading Antlers
In the morning dawn, it was hard to differentiate between where the river and shoreline met; the grey and brown haze seamlessly blending into each other. As Malcolm and Bill slowly waved the metal detectors over the mud, they listened for the tell-tale signs of metal, ‘We’ve searched everywhere else up and down both sides, … Continue reading Finders Keepers