THE PLAINS

Image by Christine Renney Davis missed the road. More accurately, he missed the discipline it had provided. He no longer expected it to re-appear. Davis wasn’t searching for the road. In fact, he believed that if he was to find the centre then it was necessary to leave the road behind, abandon it and thisContinue reading “THE PLAINS”

HINTERLAND

Image by Christine Renney Davis has a rucksack now but he hasn’t yet started to fill it. Slung across his back, its emptiness, its weightlessness, is a constant reminder that he has failed. Davis sees others in the distance more frequently now and, like him, they seem lost, trapped here amidst the plentiful debris. OnContinue reading “HINTERLAND”

A PLACE OF PLENTY

Image by Christine Renney Davis feels he has failed, that by turning back he is giving in. He tries hard to convince himself it is just a setback but he has been searching for days and hasn’t yet managed to re-find the road. Davis is lost, or at least this is how it seems, howContinue reading “A PLACE OF PLENTY”

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”

THE MESSAGE

Image by Christine Renney As he walks Davis thinks almost constantly about stopping. This idea, more, this conviction plays in his head as if on a spool. An extract from a news bulletin but one he has missed, that he hasn’t heard, one, perhaps, he has had to invent. It isn’t so much that DavisContinue reading “THE MESSAGE”

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”

GHOST LETTER 27

Image by Christine Renney I still intend to keep walking but the road now is a distraction. It has become too much, the noise and the lights at night. There is a bridge up ahead and I wonder about all the others just like it that I must have passed. But I haven’t noticed andContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 27”