THE DRUG OF CHOICE

Image by Christine Renney There’s a new drug on the market but it’s exclusive. You can’t buy it from the Runners – you have to seek out the Supplier. Both he and his place are an integral part of the trip or so I have heard. It isn’t something you can take away in aContinue reading “THE DRUG OF CHOICE”

THROUGH THE SLOTS

Image by Christine Renney There’s shelter on the wharf inside the arcadebut you can stand at the end of the pierand look out to the life through the slotsthe old, craving for quiet nights with a glassand the young, drawn to the lightsardent high spiritsall on the same pathpassing the gaps whereold newspapers and cardboardContinue reading “THROUGH THE SLOTS”

FORCE FIELD

Image by Christine Renney I was unable to leave the house. There was a barrier but it was invisible and others were able to pass through it. No-one would have believed me and I decided not to try to explain to my family and friends when they visited. They would have been perplexed and concerned,Continue reading “FORCE FIELD”

THE ERASER

Image by Christine Renney Tanner’s job was to remove the evidence, to wipe away the traces. He considered this task as necessary, that he was an essential part of the system and for more than forty years Tanner’s belief in the system hadn’t wavered. He had remained resolute, diligent and effective. Although he remembered allContinue reading “THE ERASER”

HIS ROOM

Image by Christine Renney The room was dirty not surprising given that it hadn’t been cleaned in months but even so it was dirtier than it should have been dirtier than seemed possible the floor was damp and grimy and the room struck cold but he reached out from where he was sitting on theContinue reading “HIS ROOM”

THE SEAMS

Image by Christine Renney I didn’t look like him, not really, although there were certain similarities I suppose. We shared a fairish complexion and were about the same height and build but that was it apart from the fact that we dressed alike and I thought this uncanny. We both favoured v-neck sweaters with aContinue reading “THE SEAMS”

GHOST LETTER 54

Image by Christine Renney It was just beginning to get light when I set out from the City and now it is almost dark. I have walked right through the daylight hours, from dawn to dusk. The road on my right as I walked was blurred and noisy, like an out of tune radio orContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 54”