Harry

My cat died (traffic accident) but it wouldn’t leave. The first night I awoke, petrified, to find it, unflattened, on my bed, purring. Then the next night and the next.  Now it won’t ‘go’. I thought it wanted my corporeal love but now I understand. It’s just waiting for me.

Evalina’s Secret

Evalina told me she’d escaped a violent man. I took this at face value.

We were lovers for two years before she struck me. What shocked me more than my black bloody eye was that I’d been so horribly naive. She may have escaped his clutches but I had not.

Footsteps in Concrete

Sullen, sunken memories in stone. Like two sad imprinted questions waiting to be answered. What do they stand for? They’ve become as familiar as the ground that embraces them. If we follow in these where will we get?

Engraved in an anonymous street.  A forgotten dreamers feet. Footsteps in concrete.

Cravings

The first time she fell pregnant, she craved pickled eggs and tortillas.

The next time, it was Tabasco and chick flicks.

The third time, fine soap shavings, the fourth, woodchip and the smell of Waterloo station.

Now she craves a lover, forgiveness, more time.  She craves life. But not hers.

Tread Upon My Dreams

Uninspired, Larry left the conference early and found himself driving through wooded countryside at 4.38am.

When his car broke down, he couldn’t help noticing shadowy faces amongst the trees.

His wife was spooning a lover and didn’t expect him home a day early.

But it wasn’t  ‘Larry’ that came home.

A cumulation

It took her two days to figure out that faking appreciation for the obscure singer-songwriter he loved, would win his heart.

It took two weeks to win his heart.

It took him two years to realise that they weren’t like-minded.

It took twenty years for the kids to forgive them.

The Scar

I didn’t ask about the scar at first. She was clearly self-conscious. Didn’t mention it at all as we grew closer and intimate.

One night, post-coital, I stroked it gently.

“Battle scar,” she said breaking ‘the silence’.

“What battle?” I asked.

“Love is a war.”

She curled into my arms.

Albatross

They called him ‘Albatross’ because he brought bad luck. “You’re  a stately sea-bird,” they lied. He didn’t know any better. One weekend, traveling to a match, the team bus crashed into a ravine. Albatross was the only survivor.  As they pulled him from the wreckage, nobody noticed his chilling smile.