Tag Archives: waiting

10th December 2013 – nest

Branches stripped bare reveal its black shadow against the pale grey sky. A Spring-built, careful little bundle of sticks, moss and hope. Now it hangs abandoned, its usefulness spent, waiting for its time to come again.

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27th November 2013 – consultant

She shakes our hands nervously and sits down, deftly smoothing her purple dress. A barrage of questions follows; small, spidery writing taking down the answers. She finally pronounces on the case – more tests and scans, more waiting.

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16th November 2013 – rummage sale

Six long tables mark out a rectangle. Clothes, knick knacks and books are piled high. Amongst all these tired belongings lie hidden gems, just waiting to be found and claimed.

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1st October 2013 – workshop

A large room, stacked from floor to ceiling with mirrors and frames. A thick layer of sawdust coats everything, working its way into every crevice. On the walls, an ever-changing landscape of pictures hang, framed and waiting for collection. They … Continue reading

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25th September 2013 – waiting

A small black and white face appears at the back window. Hopeful eyes scan the car park. Seeing only me, the dog slumps visibly, head sinking onto its front paws. Despondent, it must wait again.

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10th April 2013 – cars

They rush by on the road as I stand, waiting. A rainbow of different metallic colours whizzing past me. I glance through the windscreens, seeing into other lives for an instant.

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30th March 2013 – boredom

A boy sits backwards on a café chair, waiting for his Dad to bring refreshments. His arms are folded on top of its straight back, his chin resting grumpily on them. He wears a green sweatshirt with the hood up. … Continue reading

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