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 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 36

Image by Christine Renney Can alcohol still take hold? Get inside and make its demands? Or am I too full of holes and will it seep through the scars? I have separated the can from its companions, freed it from the plastic ring and set it down in front of where I am sitting. LeaningContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 36”