By Laura Yates GYPSY Rose could see things. Mostly, the hope in people’s eyes who came seeking solace. Gypsy Rose traced lines in palms and could see that their owners could be told – anything. Gypsy Rose did not foresee the return of a client, who after hearing Gypsy Rose’s reading to a subsequent visitor,… Continue reading Seeing the Truth
By Damien McKeating I’M retracing footsteps that faded out of the world over two decades ago. I follow the path as it winds through the forest; a gravelled, tourist-trod, snake that leads to the monolith. My heart speeds up as I reach it. There’s a fence around it now (that’s new!) but the monolith is… Continue reading With the Right Kind of Eyes
By Amy Dollery WHERE you direct your eyes, is where you will end up. If you look across the court as you hit a tennis stroke, your ball will follow. If you stare straight ahead when walking on a skinny plank, even if there is a drop below, you will stay steady. But if you… Continue reading Vision
By Dan Seavers NOW we all remember the story of the Three Little Pigs. With the three houses, the Wolf and lack of building knowledge. But not everyone remembers what happened next. You see, the Wolf may have been defeated, but he wasn’t ready to give him. He was a plotter and a schemer. So… Continue reading The Three Little Pigs. Part Two.
By Nadia Kingsley HI. Shall I sit here? Do I just start talking? I got here too early, that’s the problem – been looking at a newspaper in your waiting room – can’t even say what was in it – oh, the headline; the photograph, of course. Nothing new, is there? They’ve got different features,… Continue reading Facing The Psychiatrist’s Couch
By Alex Townley SO it starts in the concourse of a train station. It’s not one I recognise, and it’s big. The writing on the advertisements is in English, so I think it’s somewhere in the UK, but I’ve googled all the stations I can think of and it doesn’t look like any of them.… Continue reading What I See
By William Gallagher IT just seemed appropriate, that’s all. Appropriate, maybe a little amusing, and definitely handy. Clive needed the bridge of his glasses tightened up and here he was back in Edgbaston where he always used to be. He stood on the corner of Frederick Road and Lee Bank Middleway where there used to… Continue reading The Eyes Have It