Chronicles of NeefA Brief Encounter with RapsodyMy first listen of ‘Laila’s Wisdom’ arrived during a train ride into Central London one Monday afternoon. While I skated through the city…May 23, 2018May 23, 2018
Chronicles of NeefCome Back, SummerRain has reclaimed the summer, turned blue skies to ash, string vests to anoraks. Moods are sullen, heads are bowed, socks are soaked…Apr 30, 2018Apr 30, 2018
Chronicles of NeefSlow down!When Ricky pulled his 4x4 out on to the motorway he slipped into the fast lane and pressed down hard on the gas pedal. Then he sucked on…Jun 20, 2017Jun 20, 2017
Chronicles of NeefEarly at check-in“Goodbyes are only difficult when they’re permanent.”Feb 20, 2017Feb 20, 2017
Chronicles of NeefLoose EndsThe bathroom was dark and damp in the mornings and his reflection in the misty mirror seemed nothing more than a hastily sketched shadow…Jan 22, 2017Jan 22, 2017
Chronicles of NeefThe Open RoadThe desert sand whistled over his lips and napped at his eyes as he sailed into the headwind. He was sat on a Quad Bike, zipping along at…Dec 19, 2016Dec 19, 2016
Chronicles of NeefTwilight Hours.The hours idled by, the minutes reluctantly leaning into daybreak. This was a timeless zone, a place suspended in the ages, a purgatory for…Dec 19, 2016Dec 19, 2016
Chronicles of NeefHis Dear FriendLast winter, late every Monday evening, the moon hung high over South London’s suburban canopy and velvet clouds sifted across the horizon…Feb 28, 2016Feb 28, 2016
