Walking Backwards



Walking Backwards.

steve coel 


Our hero figures that if he hangs around by the tube station long 

enough then it stands to rights that some pretty lady will 

eventually notice him, like what they see, stop and start chatting 

to him.

That's what our hero figures anyway.


For, [ if the truth be known ], our hero is genuinely trying to 

stop the rot of a miserable existence. 


Misinformed and simple is the unfortunate combination our hero 

inherits from a bully, he will never meet, who dated his 

unwilling, frightened and lonely mother briefly at an evening class.


However; after several saturdays standing around outside the tube 

station, mainly spent chewing his favourite gum and trying to read 

the free newspaper, our hero is now beginning to think that this 

particular idea might lack merit. 


Yes, he has been spoken to. 

Not by pretty ladies.

No. 

The PCSO's simply wondered if he was, well, simply lost.


The hostile newspaper vendor, on the other side of the entrance to 

the tube station, who keeps telling him to 'fuck off', doesn't 

really count in his overall estimation of things.


Now,our hero decides, [ even though the initial fire has most 

definitely not been his fault, he'll blame the vendors cigarette 

and not his ], it best if he goes the long way home. That way he 

can avoid all the fuss and give himself some time to come up with a 

new and even better way of meeting some pretty ladies.


Tin Collector [ 2015 ]



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Actually



by 

steve coel


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doodle



'doodle'

by 

steve coel


deathbed.

right up to his dying moment.


hospital bed, fussy frightened nurses, bitter violent relatives, 

security keeping a close eye, just in case.


got the nickname he dies with straight after he left borstal for 

the last time. first time in jail he had already made his 

reputation, even though he was still a kid, just a boy. because 

reputations, if handled well, can last a life time and he wasn't 

lucky, he was focused. so he started out at the top and finished 

at the top.


like they say, never judge a cover. evil when he had to be, 

dangerous even. real villains always had time for him, respect 

given and received.


and now, 70 years on, dying, like we all do, but in his case, 

really badly.

pencil, paper, all he ever wanted.

in truth, all he ever needed.


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dechrau newydd




dechrau newydd

by 

steve coel


'the streets didn't look very good, they seldom did.'
[ charles bukowski ]


through the one way mirror, she watches him. a single document 

that will kill not only the two of them straight away, but 

countless others who follow. she willed him not to sign. willed 

him to stop. turn, walk away, but being too frightened to cry out 

and warn him, she passed out and fell. so now; in small rooms 

where nightmares live, broken shapes pass each other and time is 

memory, love forgotten.



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steve coel


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