A Dream of Flying

I had a dream of flying. I drew the eight of wands from the Tarot. Eight wands flying over peaceful countryside. My business had just folded, leaving me with debts and a fortnightly Giro cheque from the government. The dreams grew, took over my nights and my days. People kept making demands. I had been… Read more

Better Than Sex

Bitter and betrayed, I slipped the moorings of home and family in early Spring and sought solace in the ocean of the sky. My machine was waiting for me at the airfield, and I was soothed by the familiar rituals of rigging and pre-flight checks. I took a sleeping bag, some cash and five gallons… Read more