Five minutes later…

It was a monstrous mistake

The earth mover mounted the middle barriers and mowed down the Nissan Micra

Five minutes later and all would have ended well.

Instead her bloodied hands on the steering wheel, airbags inflated windscreen broken

Laughter lost amidst the debris of a terrible double tragedy.


Can I buy you a drink you look like you need one

She laughed nervously as he set the glass in front of her,

His needs left her glassy eyed and lost at sea

Five minutes later and it would have been someone else at the bar, someone else he would have warmed his hands on

Her soul would have been free.


© Alison Jean Hankinson






Mirror me….

Two faces of me

New fragmented disturbed thoughts

Spring sings silently.


The image is of Amy H Parker who was admitted to Whittingham Asylum. This is part of the Whittingham Lives project exploring the past of Whittingham Asylum. I was intrigued by the images and the use of the mirror in many of them, apparently, it was to enable the staff to become familiar with the different profiles of the patients.

©Alison Jean Hankinson

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