I arrived at bitcoin beach. Picked up a coin and flipped it into the sea. I watched it smack the water then glimmer to the bottom. It hit the water but hadn’t made a sound. I squirmed my feet in the sand of dulled gold and the pieces caved and fell over my toes until…
Creative Writing
Tiger
The war ended today. Blackened the chimney. Painted the door a Rothschild red and let the cat out to sit on the wall. Back into the study – from here I can just see his paws stretch. They rest and curl, feverish in old familiar surroundings. The feline prisoner once under sentence of indoor play,…