365 Tiny Tales
Day 21
Glendalough
He assumed the Perth suburb would have some vague affinity with its Irish County Wicklow namesake but it was full of car showrooms and americanised retail parks. Still, it was the place to come for a new kitchen so there was that. And burgers. #365tinytales #vss
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Day 20
WA Summer Watch
I spot him, his shaved, peached head bobbing up and down in the snake riddled roadside bush above Jindee Beach, with no reason to be there but personal business, whether that be nature calling or some specific death wish. #365tinytales
WA SUMMER WATCH
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Day 18
Bigger
Everything is bigger in Australia: the snakes, the bats, the spiders, magpies that swoop down to try and kill you, dragon flies the size of Tonka toys, the unrestrained egos of its cricket players. #365tinytales #vss
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Day 17
Oblivious Brief Encounter
He loved giving his daughter her first fishing lesson at Eden Beach a week after arriving in Western Australia, blissfully unaware of the brown western snake inching gently by. #365tinytales #vss
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Day 16
Alkimos Crow
Even the crows sound Australian; a simple morning caw, full of mocking scorn, reserved for ashes banter; the spirit of Shane Warne alive and well here in Western Australia.
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Lawson
He buys curry bread from Lawson, his go to convenience store in Arashiyama. Think jam donut with curry, not jam. Think an unthinkable spike in his blood sugar. Think about the fucks he doesn't give when carbs taste this good. #365tinytales ##blueskystories #vss
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Day 13
Shinkanzen window
There's snow on the ground south of Nagoya. He thinks of the snow back home, how he's in no rush to go back. But he will soon start to miss his cats. Now, He feels time stretch away in front of him, like the railway tracks to Kyoto. #365tinytales #vss
Day 12
Tokyo Sunday
He stops running to watch a little league baseball game on a thread-bare sports field on the fringes of Adatchi City. Number 22, about the same modest height he was at his age, strikes a good pitch perfectly, and runs towards first base. #365tinytales
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Day 11
Second Hand Tokyo
He entered the smoking room in Asakusa, inhaled the putrid emissions of the four men filling it with fumes and then went back out into the bright blue air, realising he wasn't missing it half as much as he thought he was. #365tinytales
Day 10
Pill Fatigue
He's so tired of forgetting if he's already popped his four daily pills. She buys him a special box so he can keep track but using it reminds him how much he needs such things these days, so he won't, not that he's stubborn or anything.
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Tokyo Blues
He watches a red kite circling blue sky above Sumida River, like he does above Leeds. He's not homesick, but reminded that distance is sometimes an illusion. Familar raptors follow him, watching, content and smug in their artful yet ordinary symbolism. #365tinytales #Vss
Run
She runs by the Simida River, as she's done every day since he passed. She stops mid-stride to watch two love birds gazing at shining water, remembering how they'd always leaned on each other, and how leaning on each other was far more than a metaphor. #365tinytales #VSS
Run
She runs by the Simida River, as she's done every day since he passed. She stops mid-stride to watch two love birds gazing at shining water, remembering how they'd always leaned on each other, and how leaning on each other was far more than a metaphor. #365tinytales #VSS
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Winter in Chuo Ward
He longs for snow to come in the cold and late small hours. He wants to watch Dontonbori's neon mania play out above the untrodden black light of Shisaibashi Street before tomorrow's Instawarriors come and turn it all to grey slush. #365tinytales #blueskystories
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Day 6
Nameless
They've agreed he will call her 'love' from now on, not that he'll remember. She hates it but it beats watching him dredge his memory for 'Linda.'
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Day 5
Amber warning
I wheel my suitcase through fresh snow, from the hotel to the airport. It's 5 am. Terminal 2 is teeming with passengers, flying from departures and to arrivals like it's the most normal thing in the world. Who the fuck are they trying to kid? #365tinytales ##blueskystories
Day 4
On the towpath
'Was that the otter?'
'No. A mink.'
'Really? I saw one here yesterday, that's all.'
'Mink. They come here for the crayfish.'
'Mink are small. It was an otter, yay big.'
'We don't get otters here.'
'Well, I got one yesterday.'
'No you didn't.'
'Yes I did.'
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Day 3
I want to pet one
I look again. They're not big dogs but tiny horses, like the one in The Handsome Family song. I start to walk over to the women walking them. Fuck. They are dogs, big fuckers. I don't want to pet them and we all know where I should've gone. #365tinytales #blueskystories
Respair
Thanks to @susiedent.com he learns an old word to use time and time again, in hope he'll recover from despair himself. 2024 had been a year he'd rather forget but there is always fresh hope when one discovers old words to bring it. #365tinytales #dailyblueskystories #@susiedent.com
Dream Fiction #1
She thought about her dream involving Cher, how she was Cher, how Cher was she. How they turned back time, used autotune to correct each other's mistakes. How they strived to live in a world without heroes. How they both believed in life after love. #dailyblueskystory #365tinytales
