Culture

By Anonymous (not verified) , 5 October, 2024
An illustration of two people in a small boat rowing toward castle walls.
‘Hurry. We must hurry.’ The jailer throws a cloak over Chidiock’s head, so now he looks like a limping girl, face hidden inside his hood. His weight falls into me as we make our way down the stairs. I think it must be God helping me get this far as I cannot surely do this on my own. It must be God helping me and Chidiock through the gate, God willing me on so I can help this broken man who is my son.
By Anonymous (not verified) , 28 September, 2024
Grass
He became more serene but as righteous as ever as he discharged information on blade maintenance. His overalls were neatly ironed. His face a polished brown. The rest of his body was pure white. A shock to see whenever he came out of the shower. The two-toned effect of him always catching us out. The smell of him too. A smell of lawnmower oil and grass. After the suggestion he stand for parliament, he took to combing his hair. A work in progress, thinning, so that you noticed the attention given to it.