Tag Archives: Imaginary Travelling

It proved to be a disappointingly simple task to exchange at the station our bartered tickets to Madrid for two returns to Marksville. During the transaction I tried to probe the ticket clerk for details of this so-called ‘conflict’ taking … Continue reading →

It was a little over half an hour later when Michael and I located the Café del Mar, which I approached rather more in hope than expectation. Inside we found a warm, bustling place with a vaguely Bohemian air. The … Continue reading →

We stood on the concourse of Marston Railway Station and stared up at the departures board, attempting to select a destination. For the last two weeks Michael and I had been randomly zig-zagging our way through the landscape in an … Continue reading →

I woke the next morning to find the bright Autumnal sunshine had been banished by a dark and stormy sky. Anyone who wished to disturb the peace with a spot of early morning drilling today would have to struggle to … Continue reading →

After spending a good portion of the afternoon fruitlessly watching the road outside my bedroom window in the hope of catching another glimpse of my neighbour’s cat, I was initially somewhat disinclined to respond to the invitation from my boyfriend … Continue reading →

I stumbled out of my appointment with Dr Pierce in something of a daze, a succession of ineffectual phrases about ‘taking responsibility for your emotions’ and ‘finding the courage to be honest with yourself’ ringing in my ears. I didn’t … Continue reading →