Tag: Jude Brigley
Park Life & Addressing | Jude Brigley | Flash Fiction
Park Life Today, I was the only person walking in the Municipal Park at the top of the hill, built on what my mother called a slag heap left over from the Iron Industry. It felt as if the place was my private property. The emptiness may have been because the rain was driving […]
Fragile|Jude Brigley |Fiction
My mother is talking to ghosts of her past. She says she has just heard the news that her uncle has died. She calls me to come quickly and I stumble from the couch in the next room, worried out of half-sleep, to find her stark upright in the reclining chair that she refuses to […]