Urbanscape

Cherry

A Crown of Thorns

I remember the speckles of my blood in the snow. Where I watched the Starlings in the cold of the year, as they spangled the sky and my sorrows turned into something else.

The House of Zuboff

I made my way downstairs to the ‘Breakfast Suite’ to enjoy a meal of rank sausages -eggs that looked like they had been burnt in a sacrificial rite and some cardboard cleverly disguised as bacon.

The Frontline

iv) The Frontline

Phase Ten Regeneration Area

Sad Sunday went on forever and Saturday never came, an endless drudgery of hopelessness in the regeneration zones……..

Windowlicker

disturbingly the creature had digestive biscuits in place of his eyes. Where his mouth should have been there was something that you could only describe as resembling a porpoise’s beak
Cherry

The Burned Out Citreon

It looked like an ancient relic. The rust and smell of fired petrol first assaulted your senses but underneath it, a mephitic odour lurked. It smelt as if someone had been burned alive in the car.
Cherry

From Under a Caribbean Sun

Under Fatz Bluey’s employment the fertilizers and groceries that once filled the boot were to be supplanted with AK47s, Gloks and huge sheets of ice white crack cocaine.
Cherry

Penance in the Woods

Delware unveiled his tale of what he'd done to the cat, some time last year. This was one of his grim tales of vivisection for kicks. The tool of his trade was a rusty piece of barbed wire.