Did it evaporatewith the last remaining traces of his scent or with the smoke from the cigarette,the last from the crushed packet he left behind? She couldn’t stomach breakfast,and there were hours to cross until the island of lunch, and a rainy afternoon to get through,the rest of the day with only a stormcock for […]
Day: April 14, 2026
In a Driverless Taxi
In a driverless taxi there’s no rhythm,no local undertone or foreign thrum,no musicality of another human voicediscussing current news and political choice. On the dashboard there’s nothing personal,no question about supporting Spurs or Arsenal,no background, family or wife:the invisible driver doesn’t have a life. There’s no poetry or narrative in driverless,no words, no story; they […]
writing in north norfolk 