Author: Neal
So, I said, I think I’ll be ok. That’s fine, she said. So, you’ve found your inner wolf. My inner wolf? What did the wolf signify – I didn’t really know. I was a little bit scared of the symbol. I reflected and one early morning I felt the urge to draw a scene with […]
I knew I should have followed my intuition and not checked into the flight and instead rebooked a day or two later after the storm. But, as I suspected, after waiting for four hours, the storm Ciara forced the airlines to cancel my flight, leaving us all stranded in the lobby with nowhere to go. […]
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One function
This morning in the cafeteria, I ate breakfast. As I was walking out the door, there was a small touchscreen tablet device. It was asking for feedback. I gave some feedback about my experience today. I looked at this poor little device, sat there all day just doing one function. All that processing power and […]
I had a dream the other day that reminded me of a film and an old story. I dreamt that I was in the gym with some very alpha dudes from my school days. I remember that, when I was at school, it was important for me to get that acknowledgement from them and it […]
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Nostalgic scents
Unlocking the door, I walked alone into grandma’s house. Probably the last time I’m going to be here. I breathed in gladly; it smells the same as it always did – the same as when I was a child sprinting around wildly and happily and always well fed. I could smell the memories of a […]
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Clearing out stuff and collecting stuff
Last night, I spent the evening looking around my grandmother’s house to see what I could keep for nostalgic reasons and (don’t tell anyone) but I was also rooting around to see if I could find some booty that has some value. In a week or so Grandma’s moving into a home and whatever is […]
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Power of weightlifting
Last week I benchpressed a new personal best, 110kgs. It was an incredible experience. I didn’t know if I could do it but I was spurred on by my friend who spotted me and told me that I could do it. I got ready, focussed and lay on the bench, looking up. I went for […]
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A modern short story (in 15 words)
Ernest Hemmingway wrote a short story containing only six words. It’s a sad story and you can easily find it if you want. One day, whilst I was browsing a property website I found a collection of words that told me an equally sad story and made me reflect on where our soceity had gone. […]
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