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I am a writer of novels, plays and film scripts. I live in Manchester England with my partner Andy and our teenage son Jack. Andy and I started my Newsletter Raw Meat and began publishing with Rawprintz in 1999 to showcase my work. Some of you may be confused by my continual references to Ziggy, that’s my wheelchair! Both Andy and I are writers. I’ve recently lost my sight – hence the continual reference to my being confused! Thanks for visiting.

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Writer's Island Unlimited

The prompt at Writer's Island this week is Unlimited.


“Take my hand. Look up into the night sky… it’s all open to you now, so take it. Take it.”

The warm wind breathes gently over the lashes of my eyes as I open them. The garden walls fall away as we stand side by side and stare into the night sky… the stars are dotted all over, and their canopy is completely unlimited. I grip onto your hand as if I’m falling, spinning round and round with the stars whizzing around me on either side. I can feel them whirring past me like a clockwork star, clockwork stars without the limited feel of mechanical motion.

It’s frightening, this total abandon of reality… of course it’s frightening, but it’s also exhilarating in the extreme. This night sky has completely opened up to engulf me, the hard edges of the stars glittering like many coloured gems falling away on either side, and me? I, meanwhile, have no dimension, no limits. Nothing to hold me in, to stop me to tell me no, you can’t do that, you can’t go there… it’s not allowed, there are limits after all. These sounds are dead and gone, there are no limits here… for I’ve gone past the barriers. I have gone inside my mind, and am travelling fast beyond limits.

1 comment:

  1. I found this an intensely moving acount of how one person's perspective is able to change so radically, and be recorded so beautifully, Thank you...


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