OllieHPisst IdiotsHe leaves and now it’s just me and these two pissed idiots again. 10 bottles down and sweat drips from the curved basement ceiling. Bass…Feb 10, 2023Feb 10, 2023
OllieHThe Mercy SeatEl Cantante was drunk. Unblinking, his eyes focussed on the task ahead. Pulling up the collar of his faux leather drinking jacket, he…Aug 4, 2022Aug 4, 2022
OllieHIn the Sinking Sand (Part 2)Housemate 3 had been productive with his employment choices. Every weekday he left the saline seaside and journeyed north while the sun had…Jul 23, 2022Jul 23, 2022
OllieHThe Bench WarmersThe afternoon was beginning to get cold. A breeze picked up, swept up and then pushed a flurry of plastic wrappers towards the park gates…Jul 15, 2022Jul 15, 2022
OllieHTrolley BoyThe trolley was upturned in the dimly lit basement living room. A thin head-high window let in drips of mid-morning sun. The trolley had…Jul 9, 2022Jul 9, 2022
OllieHIn the Sinking Sand (Part 1)Sometimes it was dark. Sometimes the low winter sun drifted through the yellow net curtains, sunbeams bouncing off the tattered red sofa…Jun 24, 2022Jun 24, 2022