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”
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HUM
Image by Christine Renney In the low sunlight I can’t see the border but I can hear its hum
GHOST LETTER 17
Image by Mark Renney From my space at the edge I scan the car park and watch the other drivers, and their companions if they are in couples or are in groups of family or friends. The lone travellers are few and far between and almost all men in their big, bold and efficient companyContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 17”
GHOST LETTER 16
Image by Christine Renney The notion that I might be elsewhere and driving on another road seems improbable. That I have driven my way to the motorway feels almost fated, which is ridiculous of course, because I don’t believe in Fate or at least I didn’t but every step I have taken today seems pre-ordained.Continue reading “GHOST LETTER 16”
