Scott Reid swore as he tripped over the chalkboard sign. Gusts of wind were howling out of the North tonight, letting everyone know that winter still had some bite in it yet, and casually making Scott’s life miserable. He hadn’t grabbed his coat on the way out and, as a consequence, he was bloody frozen. Now, the wind had conspired to knock this sign over for him to trip over in the darkness. The sign announced “Quiz Night!” to the sky. Scott kicked it out of his way, only slightly hurting his foot, his mood unimproved by the new intelligence that the pub he was going into was having a quiz night.
January 27, 2010
January 23, 2010
Dream A Little Dream
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I wake up with a jerk and grope for the ‘OK’ button on my phone to silence the alarm. Six thirty.
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I wake up with a jerk and grope for the ‘OK’ button on my phone to silence the alarm. Six thirty. I groan at the earliness. It’s inhuman to be awake at this hour. (more…)
December 13, 2009
(Slight) Return
I felt a small tingle of excitement as I walked out of the station and clambered into the back of a black cab. Was it excitement? Or just a touch of nerves? They can feel like the same thing, can’t they? I’m not really sure what I’m anticipating, but this city holds some pretty strong memories for me. It’s difficult. I haven’t been back here since…well it’s been a while. It’s like returning to the scene of a crime. I’m hoping…I’m hoping for what exactly? For it to still be the place that lives and breathes in my mind? For it not to have changed? Or for it to have changed out of all recognition? I’m really not sure. Every street is paved with history.
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