Different Worlds by Chris Green I have no recollection of how I arrived at this remote place or where it might be. I have lost my phone, so I have no means of checking my location. There appear to be no roads leading to or from here in any direction. I have trudged several miles […]
Mood Indigo by Chris Green I am out in the back, struggling over a spreadsheet, when I hear the bell ring. I cannot see the woman who has come into the shop, but it appears she can see me. ‘Have you got Soul Junction by Red Garland?’ she calls out. ‘If I have, it’ll be […]
April’s Shower by Chris Green Hotel California strikes me as an odd little café. Apart from the curious choice of name, it is situated underground and has no windows. Despite its claustrophobic feel, the acoustics seem to belong to a much larger space. The sound fades in and out and bounces off the walls in […]
