Words From The Vine

Released: 13th October Running Time: 25:14 She sits and waits, hands folded on the lace dress covering her lap and her head slightly bowed. She looked as if in prayer, even to the slight tremble of her lips, half hidden by the lace of her veil and barely seen in the dim light her grey lips shudder as she speaks words that only she can hear.

Released: 6th October Running Time: 20:45 It began with a crack in the far wall of the garage, the wall that faced the long garden that merged with the wood beyond. The crack that began at the top of the wall just under the corrugated flat roof that drummed a tribal ritual when it rained.

Released: 29nd September Running Time: 12:40 The house was on the edge of town, sandwiched between the football field and woodland and facing the edge of the suburb with only three houses behind it and open countryside. The building opposite had been empty for many years and someone had long ago painted a cartoon rabbit on the board covering the living room windows.

Released: 22nd September Running Time: 35:14 The love heart was cut from red construction paper and it hung on a curve of thin clear plastic that allowed it to bounce and sway in the breeze. The fan fastened to the high shelf on the adjacent wall would catch it as it swept over in its slow arc and for perhaps ten seconds the heart would look fit to burst from the wall.

Released: 15th September 2019 Running Time: 29:37 Billy was neither surprised nor bothered when the clouds began to form. According to the TV the good weather should have remained unbroken until the following Monday, but as midday arrived on the last Friday of Billy's holiday the heavens opened and the rain began to pour.

Released: 8th September 2019 Running Time: 21:28 Daniel had counted twenty-six seats arranged in a horseshoe around the large glass doors; twenty-five of them empty. Behind the chairs the walls were a soft brown and the hard wearing carpet beneath them was green, the colours carefully chosen to complement the view.

Released: 1st September 2019 Running Time: 12:37 The wind whispers forlornly over the tips of the gravestones of the old cemetery, in the distance, where the recent graves lay, a mower can be heard trimming the grass. In that far off place the trees are widely spaced and the well trod pathways are well kept but things are different where Joe walks.