Simon Wilson
Pawns
Concrete dust in the air and a dark stain in the doorway. Abandoned doll, the tang of copper. Crumpled packets blow in the slipstream of the ambulance. Inside, a woman sobs. What sort of world is it, I wonder, where children die in politician’s games?
walking from TV
to kitchen
crossing a line
About the Author
Simon Wilson has been a poultry farmer, salesman, antique dealer, gardener, and instructor on a Care Farm. He now works in a coin shop and wishes he had tried harder at school.