Monthly Archives: December 2014

Festive Season Blues

The backwater that was Yiwu shook with the frenzy of factories churning out endless glittering baubles. Wei scurried past LED workshops, wraiths tinkering with soldering irons in pulsing light.

He was late, caught up writing a letter to his fiancé. Responding to her assurances that a smaller wedding was what she wanted, her pleas insulting his sacrifice.

The letter departed, his crimson fingerprints staining tear soaked paper.

The boss man tapped a manicured nail onto a watch that a thousand life times could barely afford. Wei bowed apologetically before grabbing a paper mask and the glue sprayer.

Five thousand polystyrene stars awaited on metal shelving.

Wei grabbed a star, spraying it with glue, before dipping it deep into the crimson glitter held within a battered oil-drum.

Lifting out a scarlet jewel, sparkling in the light of the bare bulb.

Grab, spray, dip.


Another mask, fingers stained crimson. Lungs hacking with shimmering dust.

Whatever Christmas was, Wei truly despised it.




Jack looked out across the blue sea, unnatural in this New Hampshire son’s opinion. Watching the waves assault this shitty rock crawling with monkeys, British assholes and Tex-Mex rejects.

Time to leave.

The trip had been Little Miss Perfect’s brainwave, hugging Danny close to her leg, as if Jack could hurt him. Sure the drink had taken hold more than usual, and his moods were at best unpredictable.

But Danny was his boy too.

Getting fired had been the final straw, her ashen face, all doe-eyed and questioning, “finally write” she said, “become Hemingway. Become You.”

Apparently she had scrimped and saved, “rainy day funds”, all gambled on a return flight to Madrid.

Now the money and bar had run dry. Jack returning home with just a resentful liver and worthless manuscript.

One solace, a job offer.

They’d start again in Colorado.

The postcard in his hand a hotel bordered by trees and mountains.

A place called Overlook.