Tags » Surreal

My Diary

June left for work as I rose through the various floors of the house like a family heirloom through consecutive generations; I wondered what it would be like to be the filter of a king size cigarette and then spread my clothes on the floor like the ground plan of an Aztec temple. 73 more words

Story

My Diary

Today was a semi-transcendental day which I celebrated on a scale model of Hadrian’s Wall pulling Roman soldiers from between the paving slabs. A man dressed like a penny postman walked by holding a sickle; we swapped road signs and I came inside. 89 more words

Story

My Diary

June and I found ourselves in the cockpit of a B25 Mitchell which must have crashed in the jungle; I called myself Doolittle and talked to the dog (she still has a few problems and wears the imaginary building site scaffolding with good grace). 96 more words

Story