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Come home.

16 Oct

Take your time.

11 Sep

There was always a moment in mid-dive when she hung motionless over the water. She had time to look closely at the slab of blue jelly spread out beneath her, each undulation with its own glassy reflection of the lights above. She had time to check if her feet were together, her hands in place…just so.

When she’d made her checks, she could compose herself and continue the dive. Perfect re-entry, resurface for applause.


Love all creatures, great or small.

31 Aug

Do butterflies have hay fever? Julie wondered.

Enjoy your flight.

24 Aug

Flying felt much like swimming naked. The same cool rush through her bare legs, the same surge upwards with every kick. If she kept kicking, what would she find above her?

Her wings (her wings!) moved effortlessly in rhythm with her breathing. An exhilarating, sweet song swelled in her head, or was it outside?

She made a mental note to ask for Propofol for her next general anaesthetic.

 

Rest, Iggy Pop.

22 Aug

Iggy was weary, so very weary.

Drop your dacks for a dollar.

19 Aug

“Over here kid…chin up, a little smile…that’s great”, he leaned over the viewfinder. “This is a cover shot or I’m Abe Lincoln”.

So thrilling, so glamorous and so sophisticated…next stop Hollywood! She smiled and she shivered.

 


Know when to let go.

16 Aug

“Let GO!” she whispered, even as she gripped harder. The window sill cut into her arms. Heat tore at her back.

YOU let go” Mary’s hands clamped vice-like, “Come with me”.

Her hair started to smoke and her hands began to sweat.


Know what you want.

10 Aug

The drone rose suddenly, gleaming, and stopped as if hitting an invisible wall. Will held his breath and it moved quickly again, sideways toward the boundary line.

He was struck dumb. His heart beat in his chest and pulsed in his ears. His mouth hung open and a noise came from his mouth like a lover’s sigh.

For the first time in his life, Will wanted something he didn’t already have.





Praise your sons.

7 Aug

“Come here” Kwame smiled, “I want to thank you. Without you we might have lost Nana Baa”, and he kissed Addo.

Addo said nothing.

He was fighting the urge to cry, or laugh…he wasn’t sure. He would shame himself either way. It was hard to stand so close to his father and not move away. How long had it been since his father held him, looked at him this way? He was overwhelmed with shyness, filled with confusion.

He’d tried so many times to prove to his father that he was worthy, and now to discover such a simple act proved he was a man!

Addo could smell his Father’s hair pomade, and he was four years old again.

 

 


Come up for air.

4 Aug

He liked to pretend he was dead. In the deep end, he’d blow the air out of his lungs and sink slowly to the bottom. His toes would touch first, then his knees, and finally his hands. He never sank any further but remained poised, as if ready to spring.

As if springing into the abyss.

So far nobody had seen him do this,  at least no-one had tried to save him. Perhaps they had seen, but had chosen to look away. He saved himself, pushing upwards to break the surface with a rush of intake, the second, third and fourth breaths bringing him to a state close to happiness. Uplifting, literally.

It was a shame he couldn’t share his trick with the family.