HARMONY

Image by Christine Renney We are divided but we all believe in the City.  How could we not?  The evidence is everywhere.  We have the artefacts and the photographs.  It is our story and, if we are unable to understand yet, we can at least know it and we are putting it in order, intoContinue reading “HARMONY”

THE FOLLOWING

Image by Christine Renney Ella wouldn’t give in. She had plagued Stephen with questions, forcing him to answer. But he was the boy who didn’t know, who supposed. He was the boy who wouldn’t say, who couldn’t commit and he answered mostly in shrugs. When Michael joined them and decided to make an effort, sheContinue reading “THE FOLLOWING”

SALVAGE

Image by Mark Renney Shortly after turning forty, the restlessness my wife had already suffered for some months reached fever pitch. It was strange to see her like this; she was usually so focused and sensible, so articulate, but the inability to think rationally was wholly debilitating and she was beside herself. She was givenContinue reading “SALVAGE”

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”

THE SIGNS

Image by Christine Renney The road signs were still standing and at first this had intrigued Davis. It didn’t make sense to him when everything else had been demolished and flattened, reduced to strewn rubble. The foundations of buildings remained but these were merely platforms of pitted concrete and rotting timbers, of faded linoleum andContinue reading “THE SIGNS”

RESTORATION

Image by Christine Renney The sitting room at the nursing home is always bright, even on the dullest of days, and yet the air hangs heavy and stale. Breathing it in, I remember his workshop with its heady aroma; the wood shavings and sawdust, the varnish brushes soaking in old jam jars filled with turpentine.Continue reading “RESTORATION”

GHOST LETTER 29

Image by Mark Renney This street is steep, steeper than the others. I am climbing it and making my way toward somewhere or something. Suddenly it stops and I am at the top. Wasteland stretches in front of me. It is rubble strewn and, looking down, I see that the earth at my feet isContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 29”

ADJOINING ROOMS

Image by Christine Renney ‘If, in the First Act, you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired. Otherwise, don’t put it there’ – Anton Chekhov Since the disappearance Carter hadn’t ventured into his son’s room, not properly. He had stepped across the threshold, yes, but mostlyContinue reading “ADJOINING ROOMS”

THE LAST TOURISTS

Image by Christine Renney Despite the continual warnings, all the official advice, they continued to travel. Despite the very real threat of a bomb or poisonous gas or a man in the middle of the night coming into your room and holding a hand over your mouth whilst plunging a knife into your side. DespiteContinue reading “THE LAST TOURISTS”

THE CATS

They were the kind of couple that, after twenty years of marriage, had settled wholeheartedly into the rituals and routines that now comprised their life together. They didn’t want for more than they had or for what they wouldn’t be able to obtain. They worked diligently for their employers, if objectively, but were reliable andContinue reading “THE CATS”