Category: Prose
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Twelve Minutes
I only came in for bread. The place was half‑empty. It was the kind of lull where the staff looked briefly feral with freedom before remembering they’re on camera. I took a basket even though I didn’t need one; it felt like the sort of day where you pretend you’re more organised than you are.…
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Puddle, Late Afternoon
She was ahead of me on the pavement, blazer slipping, bag thumping against her hip in a way that suggested the day had not been kind. The puddle wasn’t remarkable; a shallow spread of rainwater collecting whatever the street had dropped into it. It gave her pause as she considered it with the seriousness of…
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If The Newsroom Was a British Show
I love Aaron Sorkin’s show, The Newsroom. I think it’s one of the best pieces of television ever made. It’s also a show with a truly incredible opening sequence, wherein the main character lays out why the United States of America is, despite the propaganda, not the greatest country in the world. Here’s the clip:…