TAILOR

"It's a stitch up," he complains,  "I never seen those goods in my life before, as God's my witness. Someone's 'aving a lawrf." But no-one laughs, least of all, the dour faced beak on the bench who deems his crime worthy of incarceration. The detective smiles. He was a tailor, before.  

ANGLE

There was a time when the angle of your dander meant  almost as much as the stoke in your poke but never enough. Back then there were standards, he thought, ready to torch the twelfth bonfire. But standards have fallen, he thought. for Chrissakes, some of these boys are racists.

QUILL

  Joshua adjusts his collar, stiff and starched, just as he likes, with wing collars.  The chemical cocktail prepped for the execution, all he has to do is throw the switch. He declines, waiting for a printout, goose feather in hand. 'If I must kill,' he says, ' I use a quill.'

RELIEVED

  He hit the ground, running. It was quite a jump from a fast moving train and landing at such pace could've been fatal but he was alive and free at the mouth of the mountain tunnel. He felt relieved. Prematurely, as it happened, he was hit by an oncoming train.

PRECIPICE

  Some people like to live on the edge, they take chances, risks and it is only then when they feel most alive because when you stand on the precipice, there are no second chances. I've always felt that way when faced with heights but only then life's choices are simplest.