Missing the Maelstrom

You know I’m dying, right? And you. Waiting patiently for the adverts to end. Eating the popcorn rituals of your indifference. To see what happens next. While I politely asked for help. Because I was already holding on by my fingertips. I only saw the storm once. A distant silver light. Unbridged. Untamed. Unwanted. Turned … Continue reading Missing the Maelstrom

The Art of Drowning – 2.5 – By Ash N Finn

Insignificance provides a perfect shield from scrutiny. Perceived insignificance that is. Be honest now, do you pay a lot of attention to the beggar sitting cross-legged on the pavement outside your local convenience store, or his muttering hunched shape stumbling along the sea promenade asking have you got some change? [...]

The Art of Drowning – 2.4 – By Phil Huston

Silk and powdery perfume, who appeared to have sent herself to the drycleaners along with her clothes, glanced up from behind her large, glossy, empty-but-for-a-phone desk. “I’m sorry, you can’t…Caswell? You again?”
“New shoes, Elise.” He put his left foot on the edge of her desk. “Just for you.” […]

The Art of Drowning – 2.3 – By Jac Forsyth

Shadow form and reform. Fold with the unfold of 10,000 fireflies, ‘Rescue came against my will, yet you presume to judge me on the choices I make? Hauntings always did run common in the halls of your reason, Caswell.’ Time and crime. Sleeper stir, lead with the sanctified. And alchemy of insects come flick-click dripping. Four walls in a crippling [...]

The Art of Drowning – 2.2 – By Ash N Finn

Evelyn watches the young nurse make her bed. Fresh covers. Five days and three hours without a change of bed linen. Bee had known to change them every day. “We’re short-staffed at the moment, Mrs. Blanchard, sorry about that. What with nurse Beatrice, eh,” the girl swallows and clears her throat [....]