• skids commented on the post, disoriented 1 year, 5 months ago

    They were lost. Even Rachel, clutching the soaking, disintegrating map, had to admit that. Her fancy waterproof coat, natty purple hiking boots – even her compass, hadn’t helped. And now the fog was returning.

  • skids commented on the post, welfare 1 year, 6 months ago

    The chickens were bunched together as though they did not know any other way to be. The cold air on their poor plucked and pimpled flesh seemed to frighten them.

  • skids commented on the post, editor 1 year, 6 months ago

    The hidden inner workings that make a star. The pruning of the rose so that it blooms just so; the removal of the greenfly, the blackspot, the weeds. The moving of the sunflowers to another part of the garden where they can soar.

  • skids commented on the post, invite 1 year, 6 months ago

    You’re wanted. Come on in.

    Oh … you can’t make it. Why? Couldn’t you rearrange? Surely someone else would help you out. No? Well, come along afterwards.

    Oh, of course. I understand.

  • skids commented on the post, flannel 1 year, 7 months ago

    He ran the flannel over his face,
    quickly at first, doing the job,
    Then again, slowly.
    He felt the soft-rough fibres comfort his pores with their heat and their homely touch.

  • skids commented on the post, selective 1 year, 7 months ago

    Some are chosen; most are not.
    They stand, sullen-eyed and
    bowed
    by their shoulders’ load.

  • skids commented on the post, shotgun 1 year, 8 months ago

    It blasts with a suddenness somehow unexpected
    It forces you back
    While the bullet moves onwards, faster, out
    of your
    control

  • skids commented on the post, answer 2 years, 2 months ago

    If I knew the answers, I would be happier. At least that’s the way it seems. OK, maybe not happier. The answers might not be what I want. But I’d have certainty. Not the constant what-ifs. I guess wanting the definitive answer only works for hindsight; no one really wants to know the future. And back when the answers you’d wish you’d known would…[Read more]

  • skids commented on the post, stunts 2 years, 2 months ago

    He slides down the muddy bank, not noticing the rents pulled in his jacket by sly brambles and malicious roots. His breath comes fast in his throat; soil tumbles down onto the body lying prone at the bottom of the ditch, making him think graves. Although he’s moving fast, this thought makes time slow and the tumble of memories makes him dizzy. Why…[Read more]

  • skids commented on the post, fractured 2 years, 6 months ago

    Broken. Not irrevocably, maybe, but pretty badly all the same. It will take time – who knows how long? – and perhaps expert help to fix. And you can’t quite pinpoint when the damage occurred, exactly what shape the fracture is. Is it just one simple crack, or will your heart shatter if anyone touches it again?

  • skids commented on the post, gold 5 years ago

    It turns to dust in my hands, money. I’m the anti-Midas; gold ceases to be at my very touch. It’s just that there are so many other things – paper, ink, the scent of mysterious far-off lands – that seem so much more important.

  • skids commented on the post, lamb 6 years, 1 month ago

    Easter: time of new life, innocence, the world reborn in hope. Driving up to the Lakes each year, care and another year’s pent-up resentments would be shed like blossom at the sight of lambs bounding, springy-legged with joy, across the fields. We would walk up mountains, equipped with waterproofs but lagging behind spry white-haired veterens. It…[Read more]

  • skids commented on the post, lodge 6 years, 11 months ago

    It nestled in the crook of a small hill’s elbow, a valley that was covered in white cherry blossom in spring, and snow in the winter months. This lodge was to be my home.

  • skids commented on the post, quest 6 years, 11 months ago

    I’m on my own quest. The dragon is within me, and I have no magic tools. But the journey, like all good quests, will not be wasted. The dragon may not be slain, but it SHALL be tamed, and its fire will do my bidding.

  • skids commented on the post, shorthand 6 years, 11 months ago

    We speak in shorthand: a slight turn away shows irritation; a sigh signals need; silence says ‘No’.

  • skids commented on the post, tasting 6 years, 11 months ago

    Something new, something slightly dangerous. Salt on the tip of the tongue, firm tender flesh – the temptation to nibble, to bite, irresistable.

  • skids commented on the post, hallowed 6 years, 11 months ago

    Bowed in awe, the flowers receive the rain. Their parched desperate roots, running thin and long beneath the cracked soil, drink in the hallowed water; the petals cry their thanks, their golds and reds and blues […]

  • skids commented on the post, hood 7 years ago

    Was it to hide herself from the world, or the world from her? No one who saw the outlandish oversized hood the tiny girl always wore could but wonder. Those more discerning observers turned the question around and […]

  • skids commented on the post, catcher 7 years ago

    He sneaks. There is no way to hide his trade: his shadow precedes him, and his only hope is to hunt at night. His net held before him, throbbing lightly as though alive when scenting flesh, he stalks the streets.

  • skids commented on the post, drifting 7 years ago

    directionless wordless impotent screaming she. where sentence thought begin?