Author: naomismyth

It's a shitty, bitter little party. Crackers here- look, barely smeared with margarine. Admittedly I'd chosen this do as the one to crash, and no doubt the whole crew will give me shit for it all night. The sparkle of Rhonda's frock is a reproach in puce. Silly bint looks like she's attending some sort … Continue reading Party Hoppers

In a hot dusty attic on holiday in France, I found a box. There was a hole in the attic roof and the five pm sun blared in and the dust motes swam patiently by. Why was I up there when the cool river called me for a last swim? The second I stepped up … Continue reading Wooden Box

The hand on the bedspread was as dead as dough. Even the crackly white sheet dented by the fingers seemed to burst with vitality in comparison. Astonishingly though, it was the same hand. Clearly recognisable with all its scars and knots and swellings. The puffy knuckles where the arthritis had chewed at his old dexterity … Continue reading Hand

I know I am not doing much of what most would call clear or good thinking. That does not mean I am stupid or blind. In fact I see and hear and smell far too much, especially here in the middle of the pavement on Oxford Street at the shoppers crash past me, reeking of … Continue reading Bollard

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