The History of Mr Polly
The essential thing of those fifteen long years of shopkeeping is Mr Polly, well athwart the counter of his rather ill-lit shop, lost in a book, or rousing himself with a sigh to attend to business. And meanwhile he got little exercise; indigestion grew with him until...
Brown
Of course, I did spare a thought for a little boy I'd seen earlier that day. He was kneeling on the other side of the street, sobbing away to himself. On the ground in front of him, a small white dog was lying dead. But I knew he'd soon get over it. After all, it...
Red Dirt Marijuana
Razor Fight You ain't change much, is you boy?" said Big Nail. C.K. leaned forward over his glass and seemed to consider it very seriously. "Well, I don't know, they's some people say I ain't - then they's others say I just a little faster than I used to be, that's...
Letter to D – A Love Story
Ecology became a way of life and a daily practice for us, although that did not stop us from feeling that what was needed was a completely different civilisation. I'd reached the age where you ask yourself what you've done with your life, what you would have liked to...
Blood not paint
They held up a stone. I said, 'Stone.' Smiling they said, 'Stone.' They showed me a tree. I said, 'Tree.' Smiling they said, 'Tree.' They shed a man's blood. I said, 'Blood.' Smiling they said, 'Paint.' They shed a man's blood. I said, 'Blood.' Smiling they said,...