Still On the third day I woke to his weary face, watching from an armchair by the hospital bed. You know how dreams have boldness that melts to uncertainty, the minute you put words to them? I blurted my epiphany –– we’ve fallen through a gap in the language –– as if that was that, … Continue reading ‘Still’ by Marie Naughton
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‘Afterthought’ by Marie Naughton
Afterthought And what if –– go on, you’ve seen those films –– what if on one particular January morning this man no, this boy, what if, when this boy approaches the main road and reaches in his pocket for his phone he remembers fuckit, the fiver to cover the cost of his DaySaver still on … Continue reading ‘Afterthought’ by Marie Naughton
‘Before Her Diagnosis’ by Marie Naughton
Before Her Diagnosis you didn’t know it, but you felt like that smug bastard, the biblical one who built the house on solid ground. Or that other, the bridegroom, blessed with the helpmeet who kept the lamp topped up with oil. You didn’t know it was possible to build a house in an hourglass, … Continue reading ‘Before Her Diagnosis’ by Marie Naughton
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