Savvy Story – Boy On The Train

Boy On The Train In Meltdown He gets on the wrong train. Realising his error, he thinks he ought to get off at the next stop, but he wonders what would happen if he stayed on for the ride. Where might the train take him? Besides which, he’s enjoying the buzz, the excitement, the rhythmContinue reading “Savvy Story – Boy On The Train”

Feet Filling

Sound squealing into his head, drowning out all sense of self and beingness; he lies on his back, sticks his feet up and into the sound, into the squeal, seeking to fill up some of the space of sound with the bones and flesh of toes, soles, tendons and heels, that may, or may notContinue reading “Feet Filling”

The Long Moment

  Longing for a long moment to come to be shorter, he demands to know, ‘How long?’ and receives no reply, just the elongating sound of silence, stretching out, out and stabbing into his head, his thoughts, his freedom to remain encapsulated and¬†undisturbed, and his freedom to be momentarily himself, a freedom now lost foreverContinue reading “The Long Moment”

Squashed In Between

At the end of the page I put my hand up and told, “I’ve finished the page, Miss! What do I do now?” “Stop shouting out!” she shouted. “And don’t ask silly questions!” So, I sat there for a while, not knowing what next to do. “Keep writing!” shouted Miss. “No-one’s told you to stop.”Continue reading “Squashed In Between”