Close Your Eyes And See

Having been raised by a projectionist, I tend to love cinema. In fact, he (my father) told me recently that all those movies we watched together growing up were his school. He wanted to be able to talk about film to the people who came to watch them, he said. So he studied them. WeContinue reading “Close Your Eyes And See”

The End of the Road | Pt 4

But before he could enter, it started to happen again: the itching, dry, thirsty feeling in the back of his throat, the blood rushing in his ears, his eyes blurred like he was drunk. I’ve only had two beers, he thought, panicked, scratching at his neck trying to get more air in; taking a few steps further and feeling a great weight against him, as if someone was pushing him away from the door.