Bill Cox

Though the winter sun shines on me with the warmth of an enemy’s smile, my exertions keep my body warm. Finishing my labours, I stop and watch the pulled-out candy-floss cirrus clouds drift high overhead, my heartbeat pounding in my temple, my chest rising and falling like a manic set of bellows.   As I’m […]

Most people look like shadows to me, cyphers, non-player characters just going to and fro, there to add a little movement in the background of my grey existence. Some few stand out though and I watch them each lunchtime from the comfort of my car, as I chew my way through a bland supermarket sandwich.