The Sound And The Fury

The Sound And The Fury

A sparrow slanted across the sunlight, onto the window ledge, and cocked his head at me. His eye was round and bright. First he’d watch me with one eye, then flick! and it would be the other one, his throat pumping faster than any pulse. The hour began to...
Time Keeping Time

Time Keeping Time

In advertising terms, I would always be classed as the ‘before’ rather than ‘after’, whether before cosmetic surgery, low-fat biscuits or psychotherapy. Strangely I often felt somehow more than the after though… In hindsight I think this...