Everyone is smiling when we get on the plane. There are no masks now, no passenger locator forms or tests and it’s a warm, sunny day and all this seems to have put everyone in a good mood. Gradually we all sit down and put on our seat belts. We’re sitting with our seat belts … Continue reading take your seat belts off
Tag: non-fiction
“Are we going to die, Mum?” — that night, twenty years ago.
(This story is also on Medium. Follow me here.) I remember him falling into a river and clinging to something – a leaf or a stick – to stay afloat. He was injured, scared, and all on his own. The current was sweeping him forwards and ahead he could see he was hurtling towards the … Continue reading “Are we going to die, Mum?” — that night, twenty years ago.
Se7en: a world of sin and apathy
There’s a lot of fucked up stuff in this film, in this world. A man is found dead having been hog-tied and made to eat canned spaghetti until he burst. Another, a rich lawyer, is forced at gunpoint to gouge out a pound of his own flesh with a knife, then murdered anyway. Somerset sees before anyone else that the motives behind these killings are biblical. Gluttony. Greed. He warns his sergeant to expect five more inspired by the rest of the deadly sins.
Fun and Interesting Things that have Happened on Planes
I often find that planes and airports can be interesting places. I've long felt that I do some of my best writing while flying. Being removed from my everyday life, having the time to think and being faced with so many people from all over the world put me in a reflective mood. But apart … Continue reading Fun and Interesting Things that have Happened on Planes
Stories, and what they mean to me
The other day, my friend invited me to talk on Student Radio Maastricht, the radio show he works on. The topic of the evening's discussion would be stories - what they are, how they've evolved, why they matter to us. I thought it was a great topic; I’ve always loved stories. When I was a … Continue reading Stories, and what they mean to me
Flying: A Love/Hate Story
I was flying home for Christmas. It was icy and windy in Leeds and the plane was getting thrown about so much that at one point we seemed to be approaching the runway side-on