The order of things
The story begins where the record ends, in silence, in absence, in things not said. It gathers fragments across generations and traces the shape they leave in a life.
What emerges is not neat catharsis or moral clarity, but pattern. Repetition. The slow recognition of what was carried forward without consent.
These are stories concerned with inheritance, control, and the arrangements people make to remain intact.
Sometimes what unsettles us most is not a lie, but an accurate reflection.
The absent witness
There is always a chair left empty in the Family Court. It is never marked. No one gestures toward it. Yet everyone knows who it belongs to. The child is invoked constantly and present never. Their interests are weighed, balanced, assessed, protected, but their voice does not interrupt the room.…
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Flatter the watcher
Eyes tracking movement. Interest that tightens when someone begins to rise. People call this admiration because it flatters them to do so. It sounds clean. But it is not neutral. He learned early that attention had conditions. That it was most reliable when something was at stake. When stillness failed…
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It was not a crash
A crash implied violence, panic, an ending. This was an arrival, an unscheduled landing, an argument with physics that had concluded in a draw. The aircraft had stopped in a field with its dignity compromised, yes, but the pilot had walked away with his. He could live with that. From…
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Sacrificial territory
The true double bind is not merely a clash of obligations. It is a collision between incompatible moral worlds, each claiming total legitimacy. What makes it intolerable is not that you cannot satisfy all parties, but that whichever path you take will retroactively redefine you as immoral in someone else’s…
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Office doors
There is a particular species of man one encounters in failing organisations. Not the usurper. Not the saboteur. Not the visionary who sees flames as an opportunity for rebirth. No. This man is humbler, softer, and altogether more revealing. He is the one found in doorways. Neither fully in the…
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