He couldn’t remember how long he hanged there.
“Ben?” “Yeah?” “Ben?” “Yeah.” “You there?” “No, I’m not. I popped off to the pub and left this other big, heavy stone in my place.” “Oh. OK then.” “… All right, yeah, I’m here. What do you want?” “Oh, um, hi.” “Well, you’ve definitely got
Who were you? As I stand here, under the trees, looking out over the field, all verdant greens and earthly browns, right before it’s covered up by the muted grey cloak of the city, that is all I ask myself. You’re supposed to be nothing
“So why ponies?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, why ponies? Who thought it was a good idea to take what’s essentially an undeveloped farm animal, paint it in camp colours, and then sell it as a toy?” “Well, I never really thought about that.
“It’s a living,” she kept saying to herself. Sometimes she said it out loud, looking at her reflection in the mirror after another exhausting shift, as the first light of dawn crept up over the skyline. Dark bags under her eyes, her shoulders, neck and
I used to love the river when I was little. I spent my summers at my grandparents’ house in the country, and my granny would take me every day down to the riverbank. She’d let me play near the water, while she dozed under the