Saturday 26 March 2011

Friday 25 March 2011

I looked out of the window, in what I imagined was a whist full manner, but a dog was pissing on a lamppost directly in my view and I turned back quickly.

Thursday 24 March 2011

The insides of the marigolds had been damp when we peeled them off and left them on the draining board for weeks. I put my fingers in this morning and the plastic was filled with light furry mould.

The Library

She sat with her eyebrows raised, as though it gave her a better view of the words that made her front teeth protrude as part of a small smile. Her foot tapped the rhythm of the words on her chair leg, until her brows snapped down like the metal blinds of a supermarket and she looked up, catching my eyes. When she grinned, lines spread across her face, which crackled like fire. As she walked through the library she turned back and spread her hand in a wave before the alarm system jangled through the silence. I moved to the window and watched the old woman, running across the courtyard, with the book clutched to her chest.

Tuesday 22 March 2011

Toff Rents Out Front Step To Hobo


When I was walking home last night I saw this guy curled up by Co-op down by Queen's Road. I started off by wondering if I could ask him to move out of the way because I happened to be running low on bread and milk and he was positioned quite awkwardly, with his legs right in the way of the automatic door. Then I got to looking at the guy and I started to feel sorry for him and everything because he really did look very uncomfortable and he had this dog and it was spread out right over his chest and I started to feel sorry for the dog too. 
  So I thought I should do something about it, considering I was feeling so sorry and all, but I wasn't sure if the guy was asleep or drunk or what so I figured I'd have to shout because I didn't want to get close to the fellow in case he was drunk and aggressive and most probably even mad. So I shouted "Hello fellow, what're you doing down there?" and after a few seconds he answered me and he didn't look aggressive or mad and I asked him if it didn't annoy him what with people treading over him all day and night. After a while I stopped trying to understand what he was saying and an amazing idea came to me. The guy was showing me a trick that the little dog could do and I had to interrupt him and the whole time I told him the idea I had this really warm and happy feeling because I was thinking about my porch and how much wider and more sheltered and private this fellow would find it.     So I told him my address and he looked embarrassed I think, what with someone being so kind and everything. I wasn't sure whether he would come and sleep on my porch that night or not but the next morning, when I went out to get the paper and my bread and milk, I was careful to step over him and his little dog without waking them.

Sunday 20 March 2011

Friday 18 March 2011

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A man told me that his Grandmother had been silent all her life, like she would never say anything to him, even at Christmas. Then when her husband, so his Grandfather died, she came alive. I didn't really care about listening to him because I was getting super bad stomach cramps and I just wanted to curl up or die or something, but then he said that it was like his Grandmother had been in black and white all her life and had just been painted with colours. I guess I found that kind of interesting.