Unseen

The woman struggling with her dog, picking up poo, doesn’t see the man in the car reading a map. Lost in the page, he doesn’t see the joggers whizz by in their fluorescent Lycra. Eyes forward, they are blind to the teenager on the other side playing keep-up with the ball at the traffic lights.…

Rippling Stone

  As we pulled up to the car park, a vision flashed through my mind. I saw him. In his chair being wheeled up the ramp inside, his beautiful auburn hair glistening in the sunlight. I wondered what the memorial stone would look like. After a warm welcome from one of the carers, she led…