Writing

The Commute

THE subway thunders underfoot, the vibrations shaking the commuter’s bags. Keys jingle together from within pockets, the sharp noise clashing with the rumbling of a rolling Buckfast bottle along the floor. Occasionally, it crashes into the metal underneath the carriage’s course seats. A sticky mess trails behind the green bottle as the stench of alcohol… Continue reading The Commute

Writing

‘I Know’

“I NEVER hated you, you know?” The villain looked up at the rasping words and blinked stunned. After everything they had done. The bombings, the killings, all the blood that stained their hands - and yet. “I-” -“it’s ok. You don’t have to say anything.” A moment passed. Then two. And the silence rang in… Continue reading ‘I Know’