At the top of Camden Road, where the headlights peel off from Highbury, and the buses rush down from Tottenham, at eight in the evening, after the rain, look! It’s the long finger of my cane. Watch as it scratches the pavement, how it brailles the concrete, how it probes the…
It’s the best thing about it, this ability we have to bring out the good in people, how we give them the opportunity to be kind. When I came out as…
It was night. I think it was raining. Ahead I saw a long, low vehicle blocking my way. Flows of water slid down its armoured side. I pressed forward…
Near Waterloo, I stopped at a dark crossroads, unsure of the path ahead. I turned and saw two figures coming towards me. The man was my height and about…
The train waits, hissing. East Croydon. This is East Croydon. Eyes half-closed I look out the window and see the ruins of a castle. How? Surely not, not…
a fantasy
We'll meet by the church on the corner of Goose Green, we said. It should take me twenty minutes to get there. I’ve got a good stride going, striking…
People avoid me when they see the cane. They cross the road as I approach, flatten themselves against railings, hide behind trees. I tap along the…
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