Rabbits

On the 2nd of January 1941, bombs hit the city of Cardiff harder than any night before or any night since. Bricks and glass, toys, hats and hands dressed the chaos that dragged itself over the city. Fires raged from fresh cavities in walls whilst their heat betrayed their purpose, warming the cold and injured in the street. Whilst it is …

A city bridge

Walk of Frisson, 50

Seagulls smirking, morning mocking, as I escape her flat. My friend the city draws my progression from ape to man, my walk shedding shame for frisson. Newport has my back. My eyes drink, but for you, semantics; Castle. Bridge. Wave. Riverfront. I think of Houdini. Hello Newport, you beautiful bastard. – 50 words flash story entry for ‘Newport Stories’, November …