Monthly Archives: August 2004
Postcard from Italy
In the form of a text message from my dad: Am at Ayrton Senna memorial at Imola. Left him Autocar open at Monaco GP report to read.
Love Letter to a Stranger, 17.3.03
Can’t concentrate, can only think of you, yet you’re so namelessfaceless that I can’t concentrate on you either. Can’t focus, can’t work out who you are, I just know that you’re there, you’re listening for me, but you don’t know … Continue reading
The Cold Winter 20. The End
Morning light seeped round the curtains, and the air felt cold outside the blankets. Helena had slept in the unaccustomed intimacy of Matthew�s arms, her head tucked into his chest, and her limbs were crying out to be stretched. He … Continue reading
The Cold Winter 19. Keeping out the cold
Matthew brought in fuel for the fire, and tinkered with the storage heaters, so that they might possibly leap into action later in the night, although Helena remained cynical about that. She made cheese on toast, and compensated for the … Continue reading
The Cold Winter 18. Emma
Matthew returned to school with a new knowledge, something that set him apart from his peers. He felt that he could tell by looking which of his classmates were lying when they bragged about their exploits; and it seemed to … Continue reading