Mausoleum

A large stone mausoleum, sombre, foreboding, grand. Erected by the family of a wealthy, important man. Or so I assume anyway. A patchwork of moss, splattered with bird shit: how nice of a man’s ego to give teenagers somewhere to sit while they drink and smoke, engaged in their own petty struggles. “You won’t amount…

Loss and gain

The bright white farmhouses drift on the sea of corn, like little fishing boats floating in the harbour. The breeze rolls over the fields, waves of warm golden brown. I am bathed in the warmth, nurtured like the stalks of grain. The long days shine brightly into the shadows of my mind. But soon the…

The proposal

The wind was blustering its way around the houses, driving spits of rain against the windows. It wasn’t unduly cold for December though, and if not for the wind it would have been somewhat mild. “But that wind”, thought the man. A few weeks prior, amid mounting gales and torrential rain, he’d been forced to…