Two Chocolate Bourbons

Chocolate bourbons were my favourite. I dug my buck teeth underneath the biscuit and revealed the layer of chocolate cream. The texture reminded me of wet cement. For a couple of seconds I inspected the biscuit before consuming it in two bites and I remembered the expression of odd curiosity my Dad would give me when he witnessed this habit of mine.
Then she giggled. I’d forgotten I was at the beach and not in the comfort of my own living room. Continue reading Two Chocolate Bourbons

The California Reverie

After reading Thomas Pynchon’s ‘Inherent Vice’ and watching its film adaptation by acclaimed director Paul Thomas Anderson, I felt inspired to write something in homage to this wonderful piece of art. The use of an epic poetry form seemed appropriate as it allowed me to parallel the disjointed nature of ‘Inherent Vice’.

The hopeless saunter along sprawling beaches
Vice fogs the memory of this crippled town
As you dip in and out of consciousness. Continue reading The California Reverie

The Stalker

She switches off the lights and enters the bedroom. She closes the curtains as the dark begins to seep in. The hum of an engine in the distance makes me cautious; I duck behind a couple of bushes and I pull my hood up. The police car drives past slowly and I glance over at the house. The living room light is on. I wait with baited breath, knowing she’ll re-emerge from the house to go for her evening run. Just like she always does. Continue reading The Stalker

The Youth

Carasso. The name on his badge read Carasso. He was a man of average height, scratching at the six foot ceiling. His skin was discoloured like a greying piece of meat, almost decaying.
I wandered around the dimly lit petrol station, delaying the inevitable. Continue reading The Youth