St Solen-Part 1

After a week en vacance, his mornings had fallen in to a familliar pattern. Almost a ritual. Tomas would wake with the birds, fetch some coins from the kitchen mantlepiece and buy breakfast from the boulangerie on the main street. On the way back, turning a corner opposite the park, he had come to look … More St Solen-Part 1

Weather the Storm

The smoke from his cigarette hung in the air like a poor lie. With his back to the iron door, all around him the grey swell flowed, eerily noiseless. The waves were swollen and turgidĀ as they looped around the steps below him, meeting uneasily in the middle. The heat was stifling, even three miles out, … More Weather the Storm