Lord of the Winged

He tucked his wings and descended to a stony bank at the foot of the cascade in the middle of the shallow late April flow. If humans walked past he retreated to a horse-chestnut branch on the opposite bank, staring from one eye. It was approaching sunset. A solitary human sat on the limestone, laptop open, staring back. 

Glass Table

   

There are crumbs on the glass table by the couch and more of them all over the floor.

It’s driving me mad as I try to type, I ought to be doing the chores. 

My mind is as messy as the clothes in my room that the sunshine is begging to dry

The shit on the bowl of the toilet upstairs is a nice little meal for a fly

Locked in

No more school. Great! Mervyn could never concentrate. He stopped caring the day it challenged him. Long division was pointless when you could just say ‘OK Google”. Instead, he stared out of the window and imagined battles in the stars. Now it was over as the whole world took pause.