Disappearing dusk

  It’s already begun. No longer evening, not quite night. I’m in the space in between where the sun gives one last push of brilliance before disappearing completely; a final flourish as the curtain comes down. Colours grow sharper and the shadows on the grass below lie elegant, long. They seem to stretch out to…

Three and a half pike

  Switching on the TV, I crash onto the sofa just as the screen comes to life and illuminates the room. It has already begun. I watch as he walks up to the edge of the platform and stands looking out over the cool, rippling water below. An eerie silence washes over the spectators as…