My grandmother taught me the art of patience, guiding awkward childish fingers to draw a loop around a needle, keep going until too-tight, sweat-soaked wool became a square. Knit was the basic stitch, purl soon followed as we explored more complicated structures, more colourful and different designs until, together, we conjured up a rainbow from […]
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Tight Squeeze
Heels tapped on the pavement, cracked red patent flashed ’Stop!’She could only go, despite the pinch on her little toe.Her sister’s shiny red leather rubbed her blisters raw.She had none of her own, no trainers, boots or sandals to her name.She had sold everything to fund her habit, to keep her sane.If she’d read the […]
Thunder
The distant rumble is a cat’s purruntil, summoned by lightning, it crosses space and clouds collide, resonatinglike heavy metal. It’s a nursery rhyme: I hear thunder;hark don’t you? Thunder is an echo with no contentuntil clouds break and rain falls. It’s the growl of a bass drumbefore the pitter-patter percussion of raindrops. Thunder is gunmetal […]
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