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”
Tag Archives: Alienation
GHOST LETTER 43
Image by Christine Renney Can a ghost be used like this? Trapped in a maze, looked down upon from above, one of many, oblivious of the others, a specimen in a jar, a rat – no a mouse, turning the wheel? Constantly failing at reaching the cheese? I am walking again. Not in order toContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 43”
GHOST LETTER 28
Image by Christine Renney I am walking away from the road at last. The footpath is leading me across a field and through waist high corn or is it wheat? Anyhow, it is a sea of something and in this dull light it isn’t golden but brown. I resist the urge to stop and turn.Continue reading “GHOST LETTER 28”
UNSPOOLING
THE MURAL
Edward visited the supermarket at least two or three times a day and sometimes as often as five times. It was a habit he had acquired quite unintentionally and it had been gradual. But since losing his job he had started walking to the store on the other side of town. And frequently he foundContinue reading “THE MURAL”
GHOST LETTER 21
Image by Christine Renney I am walking alongside the busy road, on the grass verge. The dirt has hardened and is uneven and I stumble and trip but somehow I manage to stay upright and keep going. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up but for now it is enough, thisContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 21”
GHOST LETTER 20
Image by Christine Renney I ease my foot off the accelerator and begin to slow down. The driver behind sounds his horn and I watch in the mirror as, gesticulating wildly, he pulls back. But locking his headlights onto high beam he edges closer and closer still until I can’t see. Squinting I lean closeContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 20”
GHOST LETTER 19
Image by Christine Renney I follow the other travellers across the car park and toward the rest area. They reach the doors and they push their way through. But I stop and hover in front of the entrance, where people step around me, hardly noticing I am there they are so intent on getting inside.Continue reading “GHOST LETTER 19”
GHOST LETTER 15
I am about to settle in yet another doorway, to turn and sit and watch the passers-by. But I hesitate. Others have lingered here. There are empty beer cans at my feet and fast-food wrappers and there is writing on the doors. Somebody has set to work with a black marker, covering them from topContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 15”
