Creative works

Clock Face


She faced the sheer surface of the clock, its Roman numerals just shadowy silhouettes against the pale, creamy light. She noted the silken cobwebs strewn across the curves and edges, and the dark gaps between the gnarled wooden boards. It was time. She took a step towards the clock.


The Carousel


“I loved this place,” Carrie sighed. “It was the happiest time of my life.”

The sun slowly continued to set as they walked, setting the sky ablaze with orange light. The carousel stood, a dark silhouette against the fiery sky. Michael was silent beside her, for all appearances lost in thought. Occasionally, he would scan the abandoned carnival area, his face scrunched into a confused expression. He seemed lost still, as though he was trying to piece together the fragments of a fast fading dream.

“Why did we ever leave?” Carrie said.

Michael paused for a moment. “We couldn’t stay here forever,” he said gently. “It was always going to be a temporary home.”

“I guess so. But we truly were happy, weren’t we?”

“I think we were.”

They had almost reached the carousel. If they had paused to consider it, they would have realised that they had no idea why they were drawn to it.

“What the-”

Small blue lights, evenly spaced across the carousel, slowly flickered into life. They flared brighter and brighter as the sun dipped behind the horizon.

“What’s happening?” Carrie’s voice was high. “Michael, I thought this place closed down.”

“So did I…”

“Then why-”

“Shh! Can you hear that?”

Carrie listened. “No, I don’t. Michael?” He waved his hand at her, gesturing for her to be silent. They had stopped walking now, just a meter or two short of the carousel. Carrie saw the blue lights reflecting off the plastic horses, some still half rearing as they had all those years ago. The lights flickered once more, then went out as darkness set in.

There was a rustling sound to their left. It was then that Carrie felt a hot breath upon her shoulder. She screamed and spun around.

Her assailant was ebony black, a horse unlike any she’d ever seen. Or so she thought, until the memories began to return, a small trickle that grew and grew, until finally, she remembered everything.

She turned to face the creature, and its brown eyes met hers. “Droberj,” she said.

And suddenly, she was a child again, looking up at the tall dark creature that had stepped down from the carousel every night, long after the circus performers had packed away their tents and stalls. The clowns took off their painted smiles, the flying trapeze workers packed away their ropes, and the lion trainers guided their animals back into their cages. It was then that Drauberg and the others had stepped down from the painted carousel.

Carrie put a hand on Droberj’s mane. After the carnival grounds closed, she had forgotten everything.

She had been merely a snotty-nosed child with no home, but plenty of fear. The circus had taken her in, and she, along with Michael, who had been only two or so years older than her, became the performers’ general dogsbodies.

“Hey, quit daydreamin’, kiddo! Have you fetched the lions’ dinner yet?” And she had gripped the slippery, bloody meat, throwing chunks into a bucket.

“Chalk! Come on, Carrie!” And she would scurry over, bringing the small bags of chalk to the acrobats who would clap the chalk about their hands and feet because heading over the the trapezes.

Droberj nuzzled her shoulder and she hesitantly approached his side. She hoisted herself into the saddle and held on tightly as he began to trot back towards the carousel. They leapt onto the platform and it began to circle. The blue lights came on again and a space opened in the center of the pillar. It yawned open and golden light filtered through. Droberj stepped through first, followed by Ada and the remaining carousel horses. Carrie knew that they had been waiting for this moment, waiting for her and Michael so that they could go on one last adventure.

A pigeons’ congregation on the steps of a Parisian Zoo


Some animals did not pay much heed

To the enclosures that were their homes,

But the leopard paced most restlessly

And the orangutan most listlessly,

Lay about in his abode. (more…)

Up close with the seals at Reykjavik Zoo

The seals in the Reykjavik Family Zoo

Were a cheering sight to see,

As they swam, they swirled,

Flipped their fins as they twirled

And with their big eyes they looked up at me.

Glimpses of the Jardin des Plantes


Our Parisian day began

In the beautiful Jardin des Plantes,

The tourists milled,

The pigeons cooed,

It was a hot summer day in France.

The escalator ride

It was to him a terrifying and thunderous waterfall. There he stood, hanging on the precipice. The grey lines rolled in a continuous and steady motion; it would not wait for his fear. Two young construction workers in fluorescent orange vests stepped past him, strong and confident. It made him feels his years all the more and embarrassment overwhelmed him, prompting him to hunch his shoulders further. He was old and afraid of an escalator.

Behind him, a young girl stood, unsure of what to do. She could not walk by him as if he were not there, yet she was too afraid to approach. But the woman behind her was not afraid. She said to her husband, ‘I think that man needs help.’ She peered over at him again and gave a quick nod, as if affirming this in her mind. With confidence, she strode forward and reached out to him. (more…)

A short drama on grocery shopping with children

She had two boys and they were running wild. Behind the counter, the forced smile of the checkout chick faltered.

Harry yelled and pulled at his little brother’s sleeve. “Give it back, it’s mine, it’s mine!

Liam’s tenacious grip did not lesson, but he could not withstand Harry’s persistent force forever. With one final yank, the contentious toy landed in his arms.

Promptly, Liam started to cry. (more…)