Another piece from On The Edges Of Vision is live in Cobalt Review’s new edition:
To take a special holiday to visit the place where they were last seen.
To take a bus and then a train, the green countryside blipping past, the
technology of an earlier era but no less miraculous.
To arrive at the station, the only person standing on the platform under a
To see likewise the yellow fields of rapeseed swaying in a breeze your arms
do not register.
To feel in your nerves the storm hunching below the horizon.
‘To String’ starts from page 13, but there’s plenty more to see in the journal.
It’s an MR Jamesian sort of a thing, pseudo-academics and haunted houses in quiet locales. Look out for a little detail from another story of mine, slipped in…