Pureferret

As the only remaining residents of the shopping centre fly back to their make shift roosts on the glass ceilings, or between roofing tiles, and the neon glow of the fluorescent lighting fades to nought but the tiniest flicker, the day is ended. Ripe with coins and notes, the cash tills sleep soundly behind reinforced glass, safely shielded by the metal grating, pulled tight like a snug bed sheet. The stubborn pieces of chewing gum still remain in the urban twilight, resting like limpets.   Thankfully the ever-vigilant CCTV cameras still hold guard over the miniature city, protecting the citizens whether plush toys, kitchen utensils and clot

Listen good an hard m'boy. They don't like this story being tol' around the campfire, so we might be in for a spot of trouble when the elders get back. And it goes without saying, don' be telling this story on. Some years ago, centuries, back afore even I was born a man walked into the desert. No I know ye be thinking, many a fool be playing at that. But this fellow, this Wanderer came to this desert afore anyone else had settles here. There were no tribes or nomads, no cities. Only trade routes, and those he wanted to die. But this man, Wanderer…this person wasn't aiming to take a dirt nap anytime soon. They say he came from a great n

A new day rises Crisp winter air, breath it in Soon it will be gone

Autumn leaves have fallen I watch as dusk encroaches The summers day wanes

What are these things before me, That I've never seen before, Crinkled plastic, Distorted shapes, Coloured plastic, Crumbled flakes.

The man in black strolled down the street, a cursory glance over his shoulder once in a while; just often enough to look suspicious. The rain tumbled down like lost thoughts, idle and slow. The night wasn't too cold, but he clutched his trenchcoat tight nonetheless, a guard against a stare more chill than the night air. He had managed to arrive at his destination by a most circuitous route, bypassing anyone he may know and anyplace he might be known.  His caution, at least this is what he believed was not for nothing. He had for a long time cherished his secret desires, but secret they must stay. The rain pattered down against his lapel and