Prattlefog & Gravelrap
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"From its cutting edge, the shards of an onion dribble onto the worktop; sliced like rose petals; like tear drops; like acid rain."
"She is afraid of emptiness. He says he isn’t afraid of anything but that isn’t true. He is afraid of slithering things."
"The inner cavern is a spiral galaxy of planets and stars. It pulses like a bullfrog’s throat – alive but dying."
"Oh Ifracombe! She took the bus since there were no more trains. She was a green thing. Fell for a fisherman with seaweed in his beard."
"His mum’s red balloon has shrivelled like a sun-dried tomato and is hanging limply by her left ankle."
"P is a dynamo. Kneeling. Arms like a sprint canoeist. She opens a packing box and scrabbles through the contents."
"Ambulance outside Old Lady’s house. Its blue light whirligigs round."
"It’s dark. Darker than coal. Darker than Ma’s eyes when I came home caked in mud after football."
"in the chapel, the chaplain’s cassock; her teeth, enamelled gravestones that bite words in half."
"We’re on the long road, you and me. Dirt not tarmac. Potholes and pebbles. The trees either side weave their boughs into an almost-arch."
"Morning. Post-wake-up kiss. Stretch. Shower. Dress. Lingering gaze in your direction as I leave the bedroom."
"Rag-doll skitters into the kitchen where she melts cheese strings over Doritos in the microwave."
"My second first steps are like a walrus in stilettos. Quick, slow, quick, quick, slow. Jelly legs buckling at the knees."
"In five years, on Space Mountain, we’ll blast asteroids to clear a path through the Milky Way."
"It was a morning for seizing the proverbial bull by the proverbial horns."
"Clock ticking. Temperature below the acceptable minimum and not even the slightest sign of the heating..."
"Other times, I dream of anthropomorphic octopi who wear polka dot swimsuits and sip paper-umbrella-accessorised mojitos."
"The dull thumping of rubber against asphalt. Repetitively rhythmic as my trainers hit the slick surface of the pot-holed pavement."
"It sprung up overnight. Unexpected, it stood there as we all opened our curtains, bleary-eyed, in the morning. A divider line."
"Sometimes, an animal takes form within one of the little clouds, or a person, or even a landscape—places away from the harsh expanse..."