Let Me Believe

  Mortgages and wages and pensions are but pennies to be dished out in alleyways; out and into the woolly-pavement hat of a homeless bidder. Keys clanging, I go forth into my own future, in search of my not-quite-paid-up-for car. Croaking and spluttering, it, and I, start, spit and pause awhile, chewing on our hopes…

Steal a sentence!

Okay, so you heeded my advice in the post ‘Grab a Word!’ Success? Need to move on to bigger things? Then, I offer you the sentence. And, for those of you who protest that: Be quiet! And don’t speak until spoken to! Because, whereas it can be the case that less is more (and, admittedly,…

High Street Millionaire

Wrap me in; keep the gap closed. This is my space, on the pavement, in the High Street, by the window. My space. Pirate flag. Plastic cutlass. Open book. Marking my page, and my space … next to and part of McDonald’s. A multi-millionaire. A McDonald’s man, with a little bit of pavement – to…