Tag: Terry

crocked, blocked and about to get twocked

Lockdown Day 41: Saturday 2nd May, 2020 Terry manicured the blankets with his typical attention to detail, smoothing them out from the centre towards the corners of the bed as far as he could reach,  showing great attention to camouflaging his wires, tubes and catheter in valleys of cotton. Always start your day by making […]

clear skies, open roads and no borders

Lockdown Day 28: Sunday 19th April, 2020 Jesus, Trick. You kept that quiet. All these years and you never cracked a light.   Is that it then? The reason for all the wildness, madness, restlessness, the endless road? You feel guilty? Guilty?   You can’t carry guilt around with you for twenty-five years. It’s not […]

a bit Bride of Chuckie

Lockdown Day 18, Thursday 9th April, 2020 A new nurse wandered in as we chatted into the night, scowling twice at us, tut-tutting the roadkill mess. We ignored her and carried on without acknowledging her downer presence. She took this personally, so when she tut-tuttingly tut-tutted louder, I stood smiling and grandiosely swept up my […]

Lakeshore Drive hustled Lincoln Park

Lockdown Day 6; Saturday 28th March, 2020 Lakeshore Drive hustled Lincoln Park twenty floors below, late-evening traffic clogging the highway from the Old Fashioned grandeur of the Drake hotel to the malt liquor melee of the Addison turnoff. Lake Michigan sparkled in slow evening light, the twinkling rays of the retreating sun fading across that […]

the fabric of life

Lockdown Day 2: Tuesday 24th March, 2020 Grandad died.”  I stopped. And waited. Then waited some more.   Terry chuckled, “Trick, your ignorance is encyclopaedic. Even on my death bed you won’t cut me some slack. Come on. Give up the good stuff. All the juicy bits. The secrets go to the grave with me. I […]

The Book of the Dead

Lockdown Day 1: Monday 23rd March, 2020. God means to kill us all “I’m collecting dead people, Trick.”   Terry grinned eerily across the stark neon room as he said it. “Strange occupation for a scouser like, you might say, but it don’t mean that I’m robbing graves and selling the body parts. And don’t […]