Mark Christian
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Tramping in the Mist
It is a misty night in the city. Mist makes people do things. Things they wouldn’t normally do. Mist, like the dark, brings forth darkness from the heart. Mist muffles sound, muffles cries, muffles hope. No one can see you, no one can help you, no one is coming.
By Mark Christian5 years ago in Fiction
Call it the blues
Alba had decided to go for a walk today. It was the third day of her holiday in the countryside. She wanted to see the woods and, perhaps venture as far as the lake. She’d had a nice time reading, cooking and dozing in the sun for a couple of days, but now she was ready for some fresh air. She took with her a small bag in which she had packed some sandwiches and a bottle of water. On her way out she smiled and waved at Beryl, the lady owner of the holiday home, and her neighbour for the rest of the week.
By Mark Christian5 years ago in Fiction
Working on the Outside
My eyes open to darkness. The room is cold. It’s time to get up. It’s five-thirty. The phone sings a chipper tune. I do not feel chipper. I make coffee and head to the shower. An hour later I am driving, the lights of passing cars are bright in the gloaming. “Luis,” I say outloud to myself. It’s pronounced ‘leui-eece’. “Leui-weece, rhymes with Greece”. I say this a few times to myself. I’ve never said it to him, but I don’t want to get it wrong, should I get the chance. Or courage, I admit to myself; should I get the courage.
By Mark Christian5 years ago in Fiction
