I miss eyes. Two blue eyes, in particular...

All we’d known was grey. No yellows, no dust, just greens and browns and whites and rain and grey, for years...

It’s hot, when I wake up in the doorway, so I roll to where it’s cool...

The old man closed the case and shut the clasps at each end. It felt heavy in his hand and as he bent to pick it up someone stepped onto the stage and covered him in shadow...

The mower stalled. The man slapped the handlebars and swore under his breath. The grass in the garden was long and wet and wide tracks marked out where he had been...

She had a camera, that much I remember. A small one with a handle like a gun that she’d point and position at anything and everything she could find. You would hear it clicking, constantly turning and ticking as the film rolled on and on through the body with the dials and the cogs and the flashes of light that would play through the small cracks in the plastic casing....