I saw a hare today. Hares always have such a wild look in their eyes, as though they've just seen something which cannot be unseen; a feeling I can relate to all too well. You know, they're solitary animals. The hare lives his whole life alone. Can you imagine what that's like? A whole lifetime of solitude? Your entire existence spent without anyone? I can. I think that's why they run all the tim... » Continue Reading
I flicked the lighter three times, until the end of the cigarette was aflame. Though now committed to muscle memory, then, to that fourteen year old girl, it was such an unfamiliar action. As was the deep inhale which followed it. The taste hadn't been what I had expected. Was it better? Worse? Both? The night was quiet, besides the smouldering of tobacco and paper. Before long, the taste - rega... » Continue Reading