Monthly Archives: November 2015

Red Riding-Hood and the Racketeer Rabchenko (Part 2)

Snow crunched under my boots. I balanced some on the toe-end in a game of frozen keepy-upy. The snow slid off to join its friends. I looked up. My eyes followed the line of the platform. The tram receded into … Continue reading

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Red Riding-Hood and the Racketeer Rabchenko (part 1)

We stood face to face, Motorbike Man and me. He nodded at my few nervous questions, before I asked: “Are you waiting for someone?” As his visor rose and fell again, I asked “Who?” In answer he jabbed me in … Continue reading

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That Moment

That moment when my lips meet and caress hers. That moment my teeth gently bite her delicate lobes, and her head falls back and I kiss her neck. That moment when she lets my hands explore her, and I press … Continue reading

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Haiku moment

Bright sun on headland overlooks calm southern sea. O, serenity! Malek Montag, Kent, 2015

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Lightning on the Moor

I attended a conference last week that was tedium defined. We were packed like tinned tomatoes into a sweat-filled auditorium and subjected to syllable after syllable of barley audible rhetoric on the musings of recycled rubbish. I found my hotel … Continue reading

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Haiku moment

Dark clouds drift over the horizon hidden sun. Blood-red morning sky. Malek Montag, Kent, 2015

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