The swings were removed in 1976, after the laughter dissolved, like the rice paper skin of a flying saucer, when sucked, and before Connie and Ruth realise they’d never see each other again. The swing carcass, displays its paint, peeling … Continue reading →

The day it began; I was me. Mabel and I had fled the wages office of Tyrers department store, to the gardens in Palmer Square. We sat on the last vacant bench, amidst giggles, mid-conversations of folk out on a … Continue reading →

“Get out!” The Scholl clog belts the shut bedroom door, its vibration whacks my back. “I know you’re there, you…you retard, give them back now or I’ll cave your fat head in.” I suck hard on the sweet, it fizzes … Continue reading →

Once there was a slip of paper, folded into four. It sat in the pocket of a heavy green overcoat. Dorothy hurriedly fastens the large buttons on her heavy green overcoat. The click of the lock signals a release. She … Continue reading →