He pulled back again on his cigarette and flicked it into an old coffee can at his feet. Sat down on the stoop, beer in hand, wondering about all them back home and what they were doing. Wondered what he was doing, now that he’d had a moment to think on it.
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Where She Goes
Her hands are older now, and there are clay stains up to her elbows. She watches the little grey teapot spin and spin on her wheel, the sun shining gently through the window of her kiln-room and onto her lap. Her brow is furrowed, but there is no aggravation there anymore. All that’s long gone.Continue reading “Where She Goes”
The End of the Road | Pt 3
He pulled back again on his cigarette and flicked it into an old coffee can at his feet. Sat down on the stoop, beer in hand, wondering about all them back home and what they were doing. Wondered what he was doing, now that he’d had a moment to think on it.
The End of the Road | Pt 2
He closed the old wooden door behind him, wincing at the long creak it made in the dark quiet of the house. He shivered, putting his shirt back on and drinking the cool air into his parched lungs.
The End of the Road | Pt 1
He was just looking for a place. A place to put his hat, as they say. A place to kick off the old shoes for a while. Just for the winter. Didn’t have to be long. He just needed the quiet. The alone time. A break. So they pointed him up the road, those whoContinue reading “The End of the Road | Pt 1”
Jessica Barratt 