In a Wolf’s Eye

I remember an encyclopaedia of animals with a green cover, faded gold lettering, a loose spine cracked at each end, the pages bent at the corners and warped from damp. Not an old book but badly worn by the daily handling by my younger sister and I over six or seven...

Rooftops

The sky is deep blue, the stonework of houses in the village faded into blocks of shadow. I don’t know why people leave their lights off at this time of day, at this time of year, but there isn’t a glowing window in the whole street. We’re all listening to and...

Dark Water

Tonight the river is high. I don’t know what atmospheric conditions out in the Atlantic are driving this endless rain. Like all weather these days it doesn’t seem right. My headlights project two beams across the water, which boils and writhes downstream. Nothing...

Interlude Three

I’ve spent two days staring at a hospital cubicle curtain. It was beautiful. Its folds held a graded sequence of intense blues, midnight in the deepest recesses, a pale sky at the edges. I got lost in those colours, drifted away for hours while Julia slept or sat up...

Interlude Two

For two full days rain has hammered on the roof. The lane turned into a brown torrent, cascading into the village, carrying fallen leaves. This morning the fields are polished with flood water. The river is still rising. Roads and bridges are closed, farms cut off,...