The prospect of dying in a nuclear war was something I thought I left behind in the 1980s. It's not something I have thought of much since then. But this week, twice, I have been engaged in a conversation about the prospect of nuclear war, or to paraphrase how someone described it, "we all die… Continue reading Crazy zig-zag (9.22)
Author: michellekstone
Australian-born London-dweller. I love books, travel, my garden, my cat, my husband and sunshine but not necessarily in that order.
Peak Time (8.22)
It seems flippant of me to write about being on holiday when in the past days, Russia has invaded Ukraine. My friends and colleagues still have family there. And I'm sorry, but putting a little Ukrainian flag on your Facebook profile picture isn't going to make much difference. Will Putin say, Oh no, I'd better… Continue reading Peak Time (8.22)
Book book go (7.22)
Sleep is a precious thing On Monday I managed to get some golden hours of sleep between 3-something and 7am when the alarm went off. It was such good sleep I lay in bed longer than I should have, savouring the after feeling of all that sleep, like running a finger around a plate to… Continue reading Book book go (7.22)
Blessing
The strange smell was definitely coming from the short French woman in front with the dreadlocks. Lydia leaned in slightly to sniff the air again. Out in the sun there had just been the smell of unwashed bodies in unwashed clothes oozing that particular spicy food sweat smell. But now they were inside, in the… Continue reading Blessing
Run. Away. (6.22)
I was listening to my running playlist at home early this week and I realised - it's not so much the running I miss, but my running playlist. It really does have some inspiring cracking tunes on it! That's not to say I don't also miss my time in the park in the quiet of… Continue reading Run. Away. (6.22)
Make up, clothes, random things
She left in a hurry, in tears, in disarray. She left in a taxi, running back and forth with armfuls of belongings while the meter ticked on. She left so quickly it was no surprise she left so many things behind. He felt a small guilt, whenever he found something of hers. A half dozen hairclips… Continue reading Make up, clothes, random things
Salt
I hadn’t been to a surf beach in years but I was determined to swim. Although it was summer, someone hadn’t told the sky. The grey clouds made the sea look steely grey and without sunlight to make the sand sparkle, the beach looked cold. There was a surf lifesaver on duty, but he was… Continue reading Salt
Signs of spring (5.22)
Spring is on its way. I can see the signs - daffodil leaves starting to spear up out of the ground, the daylight is getting that much more perceptibly longer, the tulips I keep in pots str sticking tentative leaves up to feel the air. Spring is coming. Spring means change. Many things are changing.… Continue reading Signs of spring (5.22)
Bright
Revelator, this is Delta Station confirming docking complete. Welcome home, Revelator. Lynus switched down the ship’s engines, and as his ears adjusted to the quiet, he stared out the window of the Revelator, not at Delta station but at the blue planet looming large behind it. Home. “Let’s get this done and start our furlough.”… Continue reading Bright
Every day is like Sunday (3&4.22)
It’s been a struggle to write in the past two week because for most of my time has been spent at my desk, hardly moving at all. My fitness tracker buzzes at me regularly, telling me to get up and move, but mostly I ignore it, attached to my screen but not feeling any sense… Continue reading Every day is like Sunday (3&4.22)
Tales from Tobhamhor 