… I waken into this damp room. Sleep uncoils itself slowly, a rising of awareness that takes hours to be complete. I rub my eyes, put on my glasses. Another difficult day. I feel out of place with my thoughts, and this gets me worried; what if I'm still in yesterday? Doing the same things as yesterday?Remember the order of life.
Rain thrums on the window. The room smelling of tobacco and cheap soap and damp. Our clothes are drying on radiators. It's still dark. You'd think, judging by the light, that it'd be wintertime, but no – it's high summer but dark on wakening. Go figure. They got the clocks all wrong. The clocks work better this way, that’s all. It was decided ….
by Robert Ewing
He is a 34 year old GP currently living and working in Edinburgh. His short stories have recently been accepted by ‘Northwords Now’,’Chapman’ and ‘The Eildon Tree.’ His work has appeared in Northwords Now and BBC Radio Scotland. Robert has just finished his first novel ‘'Rare Birds.’
