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brickbend: July 2014
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014. 8220;It would work like this,” says the man in the black hat. 8220;We would telephone this person you speak of. 8220;We tell her… we tell her that her son has been injured. We name a road far out of the city. She does not ask any questions. 8220;It is a dark night. There is no moon. This woman’s headlights do not work; they have been broken for a week. 8220;There is a big collision. 8220;They are in the country. There is no one there to help. He squints at his potential client.
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brickbend: Cumulonimbus
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Friday, August 01, 2014. On rainy days, sadness seeps through me. It loosens dirt as it flows, and it makes hardened ground soft. On rainy days, I am broken. Wounded, I burrow into a blanket of grey, encircle myself in my own arms, lower my head to my chest, and do not move. There I lie still, allowing my tears, those soft droplets, to accumulate within me, and huddle beneath the cumulonimbus covers. Posted by Matthew Dalton. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It had been ten years since that life chang...
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brickbend: August 2014
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Friday, August 01, 2014. On rainy days, sadness seeps through me. It loosens dirt as it flows, and it makes hardened ground soft. On rainy days, I am broken. Wounded, I burrow into a blanket of grey, encircle myself in my own arms, lower my head to my chest, and do not move. There I lie still, allowing my tears, those soft droplets, to accumulate within me, and huddle beneath the cumulonimbus covers. Posted by Matthew Dalton. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It had been ten years since that life changing day&...
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brickbend: February 2015
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Thursday, February 19, 2015. Declan kept a notebook in his right hip pocket, and was forever flipping it out during meetings and scribbling in it. No one knew what he wrote, but we were pretty sure it didn’t have anything to do with work. 8220;What are you writing,” Frank asked one day. 8220;That’s for me to know…” Declan didn’t bother finishing his sentence. 8220;Haughty, arrogant, git,” Frank muttered. I considered asking him a polite question, but there was no need: there was no stopping him. Declan p...
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brickbend: February 2014
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Friday, February 07, 2014. I will be there for you, my father, though you were seldom there for me. I will fly through the night to stand beside you, your broken body, your bruised and battered face. I will be strong for you my father, though you were seldom strong for me. I will be a tower of strength beside you. I will be a pillar of light before you. You were there for me, my father. Posted by Matthew Dalton. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I will be there for you, my father, though you were seldom there ...
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brickbend: The Black Hat
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014. 8220;It would work like this,” says the man in the black hat. 8220;We would telephone this person you speak of. 8220;We tell her… we tell her that her son has been injured. We name a road far out of the city. She does not ask any questions. 8220;It is a dark night. There is no moon. This woman’s headlights do not work; they have been broken for a week. 8220;There is a big collision. 8220;They are in the country. There is no one there to help. He squints at his potential client.
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brickbend: October 2013
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Wednesday, October 16, 2013. The dark of night renders the bridal trail unsafe for a lone walker like me. There are things - dangerous, malevolent beasts - hiding in the grassy verges, watching, waiting, ready to pounce. I am not making this up. There are creatures here that can slither half way up a man’s leg before he realises what has happened. They can wrap around a man’s throat before he has a chance to scream. My wife enters the room and asks, “How was your walk? Posted by Matthew Dalton. A long li...
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brickbend: The Hidden Hand
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Wednesday, July 03, 2013. He was sleeping as she sat down next to him. His hands rested on the tray table in front of him. Next to them lay an uncapped pen and a page of neat handwriting – a letter perhaps. She could have read it, but she dared not. The engines roared. The plane surged forward. Gravity’s unseen hand pushed her into her seat. Fear overwhelmed her. She gripped her armrests. She could not breathe. She did not relax until the fierce engines lowered their voices and the plane levelled out.
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brickbend: July 2013
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Wednesday, July 03, 2013. He was sleeping as she sat down next to him. His hands rested on the tray table in front of him. Next to them lay an uncapped pen and a page of neat handwriting – a letter perhaps. She could have read it, but she dared not. The engines roared. The plane surged forward. Gravity’s unseen hand pushed her into her seat. Fear overwhelmed her. She gripped her armrests. She could not breathe. She did not relax until the fierce engines lowered their voices and the plane levelled out.
