• Ian commented on the post, church 5 years, 6 months ago

    seeking salvation
    guided by the sign
    you will be embraced
    forgiven your sins
    from who cast the first stone
    and yet, who embraces you
    and leads you by hand
    maybe the one who has most to hide

  • Ian commented on the post, doubled 5 years, 8 months ago

    “And you wouldn’t know it was happening” she remarked as she squirted some gel onto her hands, nose twitching slightly in disgust, “these germs multiplying, crawling, breeding.”
    She took her watch off her wrist and dropped it in the hand bag, at fingertips as if infected.
    “They say the germs double every few seconds until hours later there are…[Read more]

  • Ian commented on the post, beaming 5 years, 9 months ago

    Column of dust dancing, lifting up and down like lava in a lamp, caught in the sun beams.
    Squinting, he closed the book and took a deep breath.
    ‘Make hay while the sunshines’ they used to say to him, and as he rolled the mobile phone around in his hands he knew it was time to make the phone call.

  • Ian commented on the post, tracking 5 years, 9 months ago

    Head up and walking with purpose, convinced himself that no one was following him.
    Then his mind re-runs a scene from a sleepy 1970s cop show, the PI trailing the adulterer to get photographic evidence.

  • Ian commented on the post, exactly 5 years, 9 months ago

    Exactly.
    Precisely.
    Precision.
    The devil of the pedant.
    Structure and routine, perhaps and order or sequence.
    Rather than vague, inaccurate, or close to.
    The random danger of freedom and fluidity v the rigid unchanging but predictable uniformity.

  • Ian commented on the post, elevator 5 years, 9 months ago

    He decided that morning he was going to take a chance. Live a little. Humming a bob Marley song he can never remember the name of, he stepped into the Elevator. Ten floors to choose from, he took two dice out of his pocket, shook them in his hands and peaked in a the result. His mystery tour began.

  • Ian commented on the post, meanwhile 5 years, 10 months ago

    Meanwhile she folded up the newspaper and tucked it in the front of her bag.
    ‘That’s the one he bought me at that weekend to Edinburgh’.
    She saw the couple at the neighbouring table collect their coffee, all smiles and touching hands.
    ‘Errrgh’. She shuddered, scratched her shoulder. But the itch was deep in her thoughts and not satisfied by…[Read more]

  • Ian commented on the post, defended 5 years, 11 months ago

    ‘Fight, fight fight!’
    Conkers and jam sandwiches.
    Pumps kicking up a cloud of dust.
    Dunlop bags, satchels, jumpers thrown down to mark goals.
    ‘Big ears!’
    ‘Leave her alone fat face’
    Shirts rolled up, ripped blazer badges.
    Shoulder above, teacher holds them apart

  • Ian commented on the post, irreverent 5 years, 11 months ago

    There is so much etiquette around queuing. As an experienced and venerable queuer, should there be such a descriptive, I can handle them with curtesy and respect, how to direct oneself in the ‘fork’ for instance, the single queue that splits at the head into multiple points of access. The ‘snake’ which slinks across territory and has to split and…[Read more]

  • Ian commented on the post, clasp 6 years, 5 months ago

    She flicked her to one side and tipped her head forward. He passed the necklace under her chin and brought the ends up behind her neck. Fumbling he tried to fasten the clasp.

  • Ian commented on the post, planter 6 years, 5 months ago

    He rolled a little of the compost between his thumb and first finger, letting it powder back into the planter. He finds it harder work to bend down to it nowadays, but the feel of the soil makes him smile wryly. He fumbles with a packet, tipping several seeds into his dirty palm.

  • Ian commented on the post, creature 6 years, 6 months ago

    Of habit.
    Of mind.
    Of comfort.
    Of deceit.
    Of feature.
    Of terror.
    Of mind.
    Of presence.
    Of creation.
    Of knowledge.
    Of doubt.
    Of love.

  • Ian commented on the post, geometric 6 years, 6 months ago

    He paced up and down the kitchen, papers in one hand, tape measure in the other.
    His wife glanced up from the breakfast bar, having looked for inspiration in the cup of coffee that was Luke warm at best.
    He looked down quickly at the papers, and looked at her with a smile. A eureka moment, he knew those geometry lessons would pay off.
    ‘Yes…[Read more]

  • Ian commented on the post, attracted 6 years, 6 months ago

    The paper clip moved imperceptibly at first. Then it appeared to vibrate on the table top. It stopped for about a second, before starting to judder again. As the hand moved closer it seem to almost pause in the air before rushing forward and connecting with the magnet.

  • Ian commented on the post, vines 6 years, 6 months ago

    Tentacles reaching, searching. They seek the light, and room to breathe and spread and explore. Tendrils test the air before growing and developing.

  • Ian commented on the post, smudge 6 years, 6 months ago

    Another smudge, and he wanted to make the love letter so neat. So special. Even bought one of those fountain pens. His hand tensed as he concentrated. Glancing at a swirling font on the computer screen he looked down. ‘I love you’ he wrote. Followed by another smudge.

  • Ian commented on the post, fabricated 6 years, 6 months ago

    He turned the corner, taking one final glance over his shoulder. The weight of the lies told pushing him from the village, out into a new life. Perhaps a freer life, one of truth and honour and respect and love. Not fabricated. He lived to learn.

  • Ian commented on the post, plague 6 years, 6 months ago

    They thought it could never happen again. The plague.
    They were wrong.

  • Ian commented on the post, wheat 6 years, 6 months ago

    Tall golden fingers, drifting in the breeze. Sway back and forth, hypnotic. A blanket of yellow, reaching for the sun.
    Wheat.

  • Ian commented on the post, tornado 6 years, 6 months ago

    Eye of the tornado.
    Tranquility amongst destruction.
    Calm surrounded by emotion.
    Silence inside the noise.
    Peace between the wars.
    Centre of a madness.