The skin of the beach was perforated by my footprints. I walked along the stained path of least resistance, left behind by wave’s retreat. Then it returns, an insurgency, fighting for territory. It wanes again, just as quickly. At furthest [...]
At last, I received some good news from the University of Berkhamsted. After rejecting my last twelve research proposals in a row, they finally turned the tables and sent me a list of research projects for which they already had [...]
Continuing the story of Preston Dirges and Valerie Valencourt, we follow Valerie back to her studio apartment after her first day at work… INT. VALERIE’S STUDIO – NIGHT Valerie enters her studio flat, flicking the light switch. The bulb’s filament [...]
For a little while, Halfthoughts is on holiday, Which means you will find There is no thought for today. Though perhaps, you might quip, None were evident anyway. Tis rare when I completely forget To write a new weekly post, [...]
Montage: INT. DESERTED OFFICE FLOOR – DAY Preston walks, flanked by Valerie and Gordon. Music starts: “Lust for Life” by Iggy Pop. Thimbleby looks up from the files, finishes the last bite of his sandwich, and brushes the crumbs off [...]
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