No one wants

Like a faded blue tuft, solitary in a fields of green, it lay there defying all attempts to identify it from a distance: singularly ugly, abandoned by accident, by choice – the hat that no one wants…

Assasin

In the extreme small hours of the final day of occupation, he stood silent and contemplating at the semi-open door of their room, waiting, watching, listening to the concert of breathing issuing from man, woman and child. The ghost, smiled, and descended upon his victims; in decreasing order of size.

Sentinel

Days come and go, drifting by like clouds of imagination, too distant to grasp and remember, too similar, one to the other to stand out clearly. Still. Lying as silent as the earth. He lay wide eyed and still. Alive. Waiting.

The Wastes

Vast waste lands, stretched out beneath my feet, like a day’s old beached whale finally free of the pestering of a Greenpeace Rescue Team. The glistening of the sun’s reflection, almost too painful for the eye. Petroglyphs dance! Petroglyphs unannounced in any guidebook seem to move with such liveliness as to almost free themselves from their tombs of ancient rock.

The Wind

There’s a rocking chair on the terrazzo, sage-green, grey and black, with regularly intermittent splotches of rust dotting its frame. it rocks by unseen hands – the hands of the wind, caressing it into each stroke of forward and back, a wind both gentle and fickle. There is something about it, this wind.

Peak Season

It’s the peak season. Small blue grey butterflies flit in the grass. The weather is noticeably cooler. More and more frequently, the winds pick their way the leaves and branches of anything green. Even the cats need attention – lots of it. Fair time has come to the Pearl River Delta: Canton Fair, Hong Kong, Dongguang and Zhongshan, all vying for the attention of buyers, and all during the same wee… It’s Peak Season!

Sounds

Midday. The air hums and shrieks with sounds: sounds of cars and trucks hurtling by; sounds of pruners hacking at the dead leaves of tall palms, browned off with decay; and the sounds of two cats seeking affection.