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Savvy Book – The Killables

Since reading Julianna Baggott’s novel, Pure, I seem to want to devour every dsytopian novel I can get hold of. Is this my mid-life crisis talking to me, reaching out into the future in the desperate hope that I might live long enough to witness it? Or, in reading fiction aimed at young adults, isContinue reading “Savvy Book – The Killables”

55: Finiarted

Finished. Finished the day job. Started my life as me. Finiarted.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019   Image depicting my reaction a few moments ago, when Hubby returned from the supermarket minus the celebratory bottle of fizz I sent him out for, by Domenic Hoffmann from Pixabay

Outstanding

I stand out – a head above the rest, tall and gangly, alien accent, orange crown, and more-than-a-little odd. I stand above, and I stand out – florescent, illuminating, and alert. I’m an amber sunset, full of the promise of a better tomorrow.   I alarm you.   A flashing-red siren cuts through your conscience.Continue reading “Outstanding”

Not Nothing

  We bat away the fog and walk through onslaughts pulling out the arrows and battling on, knowing that to                   stand by and to say nothing, in the knowledge of the wrongs committed by those who know everything, but see nothing, would be wrong, even thoughContinue reading “Not Nothing”

Misalignment

Has to be someone who won’t toe the line; someone with a brain that won’t align its views and ambitions with those in time who see a ladder and recklessly climb.   Who is that someone who will not follow fish hijacking views not easy to swallow?   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019Continue reading “Misalignment”

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”

Intimidation

The years advance and she backtracks, shrinking and shrivelling, arthritic hips, knee-joints and feet, reducing her movements to the crunching of a shovel, scraping upon gritted concrete. She thinks that she is insignificant now, passing through middle age to a lesser existence, to an existence of otherness. Others, though, others see her in all ofContinue reading “Intimidation”