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I slide into it smoothly, its sides pinning my arms. Above me, two pale cream strip lights gleam, trying to be reassuring. A single dark scratch on the hard plastic surface hangs above my face. I close my eyes, hoping … Continue reading
She sits right in the middle of the small pane of glass, hanging as if levitating from the smooth surface. Her Halloween-black body looks relaxed, legs splayed. A gust of wind catches her fragile home, yet still she clings on, … Continue reading
The weakening light struggles to pierce the early morning clouds. A watercolour wash of pinks and oranges faintly tints them from underneath. The sun floats to the surface, serene and pale.
A man leans over, tearing and sticking. Laid in strips across the yellow inflatable’s surface, it covers the puncture, just about. Until a new one can be bought, this will have to do.
They bob on the pool’s surface, abandoned. Plastic primary colours contrast with the sunlit, brilliant blue of the water. The joyful babies who played with them are gone, but still they float, awaiting their return.
A pale pink mist of vetch flowers hovers over the surface. Pale grasses, dried by the warm summer breeze, sway above them. The whole moves like a rippling lake, stretching to the green-leaved trees beyond.
In the bowl with the butter, it melts slowly. Squares become circles, then simply lumps, like bubbles, on the surface. Dark brown and shiny, it swirls around the spoon like liquid gold.
Almost full, it looks paper thin; stamped pale against the blue evening sky. It’s surface is dappled with the shadows of its craters; a different planet hanging over our indifferent one.