SCAVENGER #5

Nate began to move again as the man stood stock still.  Despite the oppressive heat, a cold chill ran through his body and he shivered.  Nate was moving quickly now, the distance between them closing, less than half a kilometre now.  Suddenly, the man turned and stepped back inside re-emerging seconds later with his backpack. Continue reading “SCAVENGER #5”

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”

GHOST LETTER 53

Image by Christine Renney I have managed to abandon the City yet again but there it is; the point that rankles, a sharp needle stuck in my side as I walk, the fact that I have done this before, that I am doing it again. I rarely think about my former existence, but I rememberContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 53”

GHOST LETTER 49

Image by Christine Renney I have stumbled away from the periphery, from the path I have forged by sheer persistence, by relentlessly walking. I look down at my feet and scan the ground in front of me. I am moving into the open and I have ventured out here before, onto these tracts of wastelandContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 49”

GHOST LETTER 48

Image by Christine Renney I have tried for so long to go unnoticed, to be unseen but I realise now that I haven’t wandered so very far from where people congregate. I maintain a distance, yes, looking in from the outer edges as it were. But I haven’t turned my back and run away, althoughContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 48”

GHOST LETTER 47

Image by Christine Renney I have abandoned the route and my meandering has now moved onto a new level. I am exploring a vast area that was once a thriving centre of industry but is now deserted. I walk between the buildings and the sky above is reduced to narrow strips of grey. I amContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 47”

GHOST LETTER 46

Image by Christine Renney I have begun to recognise the others that I pass on my route. Their faces have become familiar; men and women, mostly making their way either to or from work. They are visitors. They stay for their shift and then leave, going back to their homes and families, to their livesContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 46”