GHOST LETTER 37

Image by Christine Renney Everything is so much smaller now and each day familiar, echoing the last. On the road the repetition was harsh and ceaseless. I wasn’t able to retire in the evenings and sleep in a bed and, come morning, begin afresh. I still can’t but somehow I have managed to establish aContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 37”

ALIEN

Image by Christine Renney I always arrived home from work at least two or three hours earlier than my girlfriend and I cherished this time alone. It wasn’t that I did anything in particular and I didn’t utilise the hours constructively by taking care of housework or preparing the evening meal. No, instead I listenedContinue reading “ALIEN”

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”