Bronze Snowflakes

I watch him slip a long, strong fingernail down the succulent crevice between two mandarin segments and pull them apart. I didn’t give him the fruit. I wait for him to place the orangey crescent into his mouth and imagine its sharp taste as he crushes it, chews the pith and swallows the remains when…

Secrets In A Small Place

Meet Howard, a neighbour of mine. He’s retired and walks his two dogs past my house every morning. A permanently disparaging expression clouds his tight features. The walking stick he carries (and doesn’t really need) flicks out at his feet with every step hiding a deep-seated, hidden frustration. He mutters a lot, to himself or…