Blinking cursor, waiting impatiently. Write something. Anything. Come on! Straight black line, standing sentinel, an old friend. We’ve danced this tango so many times before. You know me and I know you. You know it takes me a minute, but I always get there. Have I ever let you down? Let myself down? Sure. Nearly… Continue reading The cursor and I
Tag: prose
Weathering the storm
When the wind lashes at the trees it sounds like rain. Close your eyes and there’s a whole storm out there. That’s what it’s like inside my mind. The reality is just a bit of wind blowing the trees, but my mind convinces me that it’s an horrendous storm that I can’t weather. Opening the… Continue reading Weathering the storm
Racing, racing, racing
I’m panting, breathless. My legs hurt from this race that will never end. I hopped into your lane at some point; when was that? But you’re too far ahead to see. I’m sure you lapped me when I wasn’t looking. Maybe when I was crying about my failures. Maybe when I was napping in a… Continue reading Racing, racing, racing
Panic
(TRIGGER WARNING FOR ANXIETY) Overwhelming rush of blood surges through your body. This isn’t unfamiliar. A old friend turned foe. The rising from your stomach to your chest, you’re sure you’re going to vomit. Vomit all the black stuff that sits inside you, poisoning you. When did this black monstrosity get inside? What did you… Continue reading Panic
Serious work
Business parks are kind of depressing to me. This place where they put all the “serious” workers. Those dedicated to a business so much that they are placed in a village of businesses, cut off from the rest of society. They’re respectable people. Professional wear adorning their rigid bodies. Tights worn too tight, tie tied… Continue reading Serious work
Glory
Should I be ashamed that winning makes me feel this good? That applause and acclaim is what I chase? Adorn me with medals, shower me with praise, so that I may feel something akin to glory, instead of the same sad story of loss. I can’t gloss over this moment of triumph and desire. A… Continue reading Glory
Sleepless Summer Slumber
I slept in today. Only until 8am, which to some isn’t much, but it’s something. I don’t usually get a chance to have the bed to myself. Working in a school, means I’m often out of bed before my husband. There’s something quite nice about a double bed to yourself. All that space. You can… Continue reading Sleepless Summer Slumber
Winter Road – Short Story
A distant moon, behind ominous clouds, painted the night; snow falling in thick clumps upon the houses in Birmingham. Kate knew this would happen. She whisked around her small apartment, hopping over the clutter on the carpet to switch off her electrics. But she always forgot something, perhaps this was why there was a familiar… Continue reading Winter Road – Short Story
S. R. Crawford 