The People Who Go Missing

The autumn sun shone brightly while the pavement was decorated with warm yellow and brown leaves. The trees were bare apart from the small amount of leaves that still clung on to the skinny branches. The trees lined the edge of the pavement, separating the tree from the road. The road was quiet and isolated […]

Owen Come Home

Sometimes in July, when the wind cries in the right direction, I hear a tremulous calliope sighing across the flats. As a child I would sit out there for hours listening and daydreaming; giving form to my mother’s words. It’s calling to them, Owen, calling to the ghosts of the past; telling them to come […]