David Hadley's Blog, page 10

Everything Comes Back to Time

There is time. There is always time. At least, until one day there isn’t. That was what Glench thought. For a while… well, for most of his life up until it happened. No, that wasn’t true. Glench shook his head and tried to remember which of the two glasses was the one he was drinkings

I Can’t Remember Her Name

I thought I’d forgotten her. I didn’t think about her for days, not about the way she stretched first thing in the morning as though the day couldn’t start without her. I didn’t think of the way she’d laugh at herself when she did something wrong, or forgot why she’d come into the room. Is

Travelling Man

I wandered into town carrying my guitar and a handful of songs. As I left the last town – I’d already forgotten its name – there was talk of bandits on the road. But they had not bothered me. Travelling musicians don’t get much trouble from bandits. They know we are poorer than they are,s

The Fiction Writer

‘What is going on?’ I don’t know. ‘You ought to. You are the writer.’ No, I’m not. ‘What? What do you mean?’ I mean what I said. I’m not the writer. ‘Are you sure?’ Of course, I’m sure. I’m as fictional as you are. ‘I don’t believe that.’ I’ll prove it. ‘How?’ Give me as

You Get the Picture

But even that is not without difficulties. At least when it is so… well, you get the picture. Don’t you? Oh. Well, it happens I suppose. After all, this new technology stuff, even though it is less of the new than it once was, still has certain problems doing all the things we are promiseds

On the Run

When time almost feels solid, as though it’s possible to heap up each second into a pile of minutes until those minutes become hours and those hours turn into days. Each second of our time together seemed special, precious. I wanted each of those seconds to be some shining jewel of a moment I coulds

Unfolding the Worlds

Maybe I should think of something else. Maybe I should let these days flow into some other river. Maybe I should walk along different riverbanks. Maybe I should get away from this place. Maybe it is time to find somewhere else, either in this world or some other new one I have not seen before.s

Public Intercourse

Obviously, it is not meant to look like that. At least not in this light. But you know what they are like once they take a dislike to something. Apparently, it was not only the wrong shape, but the wrong shade of purple too. Now it is even more of a wrong shape. And evens

Sometimes Forgetting is Easy

Sometimes forgetting is easy. At least that is what I thought. So easy, we don’t even know we have forgotten. Other times we lie awake at night unable to forget, unable to let go. I started with the simple things, forgetting my wallet or my keys. Forgetting why I’d walked into the room. Birthdays ands

Fiction Rights

She stood in the middle of the room and reached up to the fastener on the back of her dress. She let it fall to the floor. Sher took a bra strap in her hand, easing it from her shou- ‘Hang on!’ ‘What?’ She pulled the bra strap back over her shoulder and picked thes