SCAVENGER #4

As Nate drew nearer to this particular way-station he began to search for the road in earnest. The plains were doing their very best to reclaim them, covering them with dust and shale and the high winds and heavy rains were helping.  He kicked at the earth, exposing a tiny patch of tarmac. Martha hadContinue reading “SCAVENGER #4”

SCAVENGER #3

Nate was still undecided as to just how beneficial a pair of binoculars might prove to be out on the Plain. He raised his head and spied the ruin. It was a low-level structure but on the flat, even at a distance, it stood out. It was almost certainly an old service station or tavern.Continue reading “SCAVENGER #3”

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”

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”

UNMOORED

Image by Christine Renney The road has disappeared entirely and Davis is unmoored and has been cast adrift. He lingers for longer now amidst the debris, sifting and kicking his way through it. He realises of course that if he is to continue he will have to be prepared and to carry provisions. Davis searchesContinue reading “UNMOORED”

GHOST LETTER 35

Image by Christine Renney I have money now, just a few coins, and gripping them tightly, I delve deep into the lining of my coat as I walk. I work a coin between my thumb and forefinger. I take them out and move them from hand to hand. I thrust the coins deep into theContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 35”

GHOST LETTER 26

Image by Christine Renney As I walk I am reassured by the line of traffic on my right – by its constancy – but I don’t look directly at it. Instead, I focus on the road ahead and it is just a blur and harmless, a childish scrawl of smudged crayon. I have become fascinatedContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 26”