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Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 44 – The Enemy Within

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 44 – The Enemy Within .Alexandra. I had found the Lion in the window of a charity shop. It was a combination scarf, handbag and, now, hat… “I’m assuming that’s a lion you’re wearing?” asked John, when I sat down with my coffee and two butter knives. “Sorry about that,” I replied. “Best I could do – found it in … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 44 – The Enemy Within

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 43 – The Point at the End of the Nose

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 43 – The Point at the End of the Nose .Alexandra. I had seldom seen him him laugh so much, nor so good-naturedly. The journey to ‘here’ had taken several weeks of thought, and I could – finally – see the care with which he had constructed it. On one level it was infuriating; on another–a much deeper one–I … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 43 – The Point at the End of the Nose

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 42 – The Huntress

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 42 – The Huntress .Alexandra. “Animals…” I said, just letting it hang in the air. “Animals?” John replied, playing his favourite ‘dead bat’. Just at that moment, Rose brought my coffee. Getting to our coffee shop after him was becoming annoying–particularly as I made every effort not to. Wherever this myth led, it was clearly important to him that … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 42 – The Huntress

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 29 – The Killing of Teachers

Somewhat disappointed in myself for last week’s late arrival, I am here early, to give me time to chat to Rose. That darling lady, who runs the tea room, has watched and supported our craziness for some time. Craziness? I don’t really think so … though, when I get off that train in London each Monday, and stiffen back into my world – what I … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 29 – The Killing of Teachers

Lost on the Horizon

Don’t think that you have seen this edge before Don’t count the times  your boots have walked and crunched upon its sands ——- Don’t try to catch  the sleek caress of countless grains of dust Blown on a wind that never kissed your face before But now demands it must ——- And, walking tall, stare into space between the sky and land And suffer … Read More Lost on the Horizon

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 28 – A Shifting Perspective

I was late into the coffee shop that Monday morning. My black briefcase was stuffed with information about the Greek myths that I’d printed from the internet. There was a lot on the net about the Labours of Hercules – or Heracles, to give him what I assumed to be his rightful name. He was sitting at our usual table; two lattés in front … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee, part 28 – A Shifting Perspective

Nine Deadly Sins with coffee, part 27 – Parts of the Whole

The first test would be to see whether Alexandra would be there, at all; the second would be whether she would launch a stream of invective at me, slapping down her written ‘resignation’ and thumping it for final punctuation in very British style. My first latte was half cold by the time I drank it. No show … I felt sad. I collected my … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with coffee, part 27 – Parts of the Whole

Ben’s Bit, part six – Far Away Places

The air is blazing on the Greek island. There is a faint breeze blowing off the shore, but it does little to cool the afternoon. Sitting comfortably in my beach chair, I wiggle my toes in the sand, digging them deeper and feeling the hot, dry grains give way to the wetter and more compact sublayer of the beach. The tidal shelf extends all … Read More Ben’s Bit, part six – Far Away Places

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Sixteen

I had arranged to meet Alexandra on the seafront the next Monday morning. I explained that I would bring us take-away coffee, as I wanted to use the half-hour to do a large-scale drawing. I had hinted that additional footwear might be required and she looked quite incongruous when she arrived, in pin stripe suit and walking boots . . . “Only for you!” … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Sixteen

The Morning of the Eye of God

He never thought that on his last Solstice run He would be chosen Never dreamed that leagues could fall behind Leaving the others, younger mostly, In the dust of his tracks, farther, now, than his hearing. Ahead, the great rock soars up, black and massive Its winding path, dark strip in the pre-dawn light His feet, belonging to something else, Thunder like heartbeats along … Read More The Morning of the Eye of God

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Thirteen

Alexandra arrived to find her coffee waiting on the table; together with an old silver coin. “It’s a half-crown,” I said, in response to her puzzled look. “You may never have seen one, before?” “I have. My grandfather had some; and what am I supposed to do with it?” she asked, in reply. “Why, you spin it, of course!” I was being irritating, but … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Thirteen

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Nine

The space between us had changed. I smiled as I sat down next to the tall latté waiting for me in the coffee shop opposite the roaring spring sea which was doing its best to reclaim the old seaside town. “You knew, didn’t you?” Alexandra asked, in a question that wasn’t. “Knew that the sun in the one-tree would change things?” “I did,” I replied, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Nine