Gone Crabbing

I knelt down to scoop up a small crab. It was the same shade of brown as the mud and only visible by its scuttling pointed legs. Tiny holes bubbled and served as escape hatches for the luckier ones. I plopped the crab into my bucket to meet its friends who were nibbling on strips…

Following bubbles

It wasn’t an ideal start. I smiled as my buddy removed his mask and blearily pawed at the water in front of him. As my mouth widened, a salty fireball slid past my tonsils. I retched through my mouthpiece, but white panic set in. I broke the golden rule and launched up to the surface….

The place I call home

Another bullet of a fly whips my cheek. Wind licks away a stream of tears, but I refuse to stop. The road recoils like a snake into the shade, trees drop treacherous twigs to catch my tyres. A chaffinch, collecting fluff for its nest, retreats as I twist through the minefield of freshly laid tarmac…

RayBan Man

This is a story about daylight robbery. The man kneels next to his wares, spread out on a mat that touches his neighbour. It is a lively market – Las Ramblas is bursting with salesmen and tourists alike. The sunglasses have folded their arms neatly into pockets on the blanket, and the black screens gaze…

The Spanish Bull

The little girl in the red flamenco dress began to wail as the beast whipped his legs into a fervour. His black curls thrashed on his head like furious riders. The Baroque stone courtyard dimmed as candles expired under the wind of his violent kicks and spins. The drums magnified their sound until nothing else…