Dad started with a secondhand set of clubs. He got them from a friend at work and they came in a frayed, brown golf bag. He gradually replaced them with new clubs, but never changed the #putter with its willow shaft. I've still got it now and I can feel Dad's hands moulded into the handle. #vss365

He left his fifth meeting of the morning. Or was it the sixth He knew he'd agreed to do something after meeting 3. Or possibly 4. He took the tangled chain out of his pocket. And started to #undo the knots. As he straightened it, he lay it on the desk. Pausing now and again to take his pulse #vss365

I sit by his bed. The sun warms my back as I pick at the grapes. His fingers #clench into a fist, holding the sheet. My hand rests on his arm. He relaxes and closes his eyes. But he doesn't let go. #vss365

The moon admired its reflection on the laptop screen. Waiting for the great first line for the great 21st century #novel. Willow tree hill watched the lights go out. The author closed the curtains. And carried over his classic to another day. #vss365

The key keeps sticking. I've tied to dust the keyboad and it looks much cleanerrrrr, but that key's still not ight. I managed to pise it off, but i couldn't see anything wong. I've asked my nerrrrrdy #fiend to come and take a look. He's due any minute, so I'll have to do my #vss365 laterrrrrrrrrrr

Pebbles under my feet. Rusty pier reaching out to sea. An island on the smeared horizon. Spray on the café window. All now #distant, though I could be there in an hour. Like a photo in a scrapbook, never to be animated by AI. The past; just a stranger trying to tell someone else's story. #vss365

He could tell his #quietus was coming. Although claiming ownership felt arrogant. Everything, and everyone, was winding down. The sky was paler. The plants no longer individual. Entropy was leading him - them - into a vanilla future. A hand rested on his arm. Telling him he wasn't alone. #vss365

I heard a voice saying "he's ready". But I'm not. I want to see another #dawn. Then another sunset. I'll keep on begging deals to stretch this out a little longer. I know I've had a good innings. The joy outweighed the sadness. But I'm not ready for the end credits. Can I write one more #vss365?

We're held in your orbit. Occasionally we test the limit but #gravity always pulls us back. You don't need to be in sight; just like the moon controlling the tides regardless of what phase it's in, we spin around your gravitational well. Forever on the verge of falling in. #vss365

You never forget your first ghost. Mine was at the level crossing on Bell street. I was cycling home and the #signal dropped as I approached. I couldn't hear a train and was about to jump the barrier when I saw him. He looked my age and had the same bike. He waved at me. I remember the bike. #vss365

It came from experience: His #judgement of which shade of green to use for each layer of landscape. Even the, apparently random, drops of pink and red spilt along the way were in just the right place. He sipped his water; satisfied. Cars sped past; angry drivers rushing to jobs they hated. #vss365

The sea bathed in the #luminous glow from the moon. Amy said it looked different but wasn't sure how. It was only the next night, when the new moon came out that we realised we now had two. Each followed its own phases but the fresh moon calmed the same dogs that howled at its elder sister. #vss365

Gramps says there used to be trees. Nobody believes him. The books show the same #barren plains we see today. He tells us stories of how the feels were etched on the ground. How fruit and vegetables grew before the replicators. We humour him. It doesn't hurt. But sometimes he cries. #vss365

The sea ripples and rises. Waves rush up the wall and shower the zigzag paving. You ask #forgiveness for the spray scratching our cheeks. But we run through the rainbows that fill the air. We breathe in the chill of life, nothing extinguishing our #unalloyed joy. #vss365

It was only when we saw the vehicles in person that we wished we'd done our due #diligence. The number plates all matched the invoices; they were just attached to Skodas instead of Ferraris. #vss365

Venus comes at #evenfall to watch the final session. She enters quietly, never going behind the bowler's arm. The floodlights welcome her and the umpires check their watches. Players head for the pavilion and twilight fades into night. English summer holds us in her arms. #vss365

October half term, I stayed with Nan for the week. She taught me how to play rummy. How to make chocolate brownies. Took me to the park every day. Built lego dinosaurs. Read a hundred stories; with all the voices. The perfect world was #fleeting. Monday school was back to black and white. #vss365

I lay awake wondering how I would put it right. I ran through what-if scenarios and only fell asleep when I decided to talk it over with you, when we next meet. You always cut through the noise and make it seem so simple. Being #haunted isn't all bad. #vss365

We grew up in Round Hole Town. Some shaved our edges, squeezed in and kept quiet. Some left, heading for Square Hole City. And me, I revelled in being a #misfit. Whatever was popular, I avoided. Whatever the town avoided, I ran towards. Being opposite tying me down as much as being normal. #vss365

There was a single sign to the #dewdrop inn. If you found the sign, you'd come too far to turn back. By then, the road had become a farm track and the ancient oaks were blocking out any light. The track dropped down about 100 yards from the door and that's when you first heard the music. #vss365

Percy the Pigeon sat on the gatepost outside the aviary and watched the exotic birds inside. His grey feathers seemed dull in comparison until he saw a #dove. Its white plumage was essentially just a cleaner version of his own, which prompted his idea. All he needed was some flour. #vss365

Kit's life changed when they decided to become nocturnal. It started with a couple of night shifts, and they never went back. After midnight the world was reborn. Owls replaced swallows. Badgers appeared from the undergrowth. Kit sat in the bandstand watching from under a spectral #moonbeam. #vss365

She smiled at each moment of kindness. "Thank you #dear." She said. Every time someone took the time to help, or listen, or wait, they made the world a little better. It didn't cost anything, but it was the most valuable thing in existence. That's why those who showed it were so dear. #vss365

When he died Bob was asked to take a ticket. At least there were plenty of magazines. At last his number was called and he was given his options. "What's the difference between a ghost and a #phantom?" "Nothing really, but market research showed people think phantoms are cooler." #vss365

He said he loved her. He told her every day. He wrote her poems. Made mix tapes. Carved her name in every tree he saw. Everyone told her how lucky she was. She wanted to feel him reach for her hand. To listen when she told him about her day. A little #affection to go with all that love. #vss365

The world was angry without knowing exactly why. William decided to tell them. He wanted to scream but he needed them to listen. So he picked up Woody Guthrie's machine for killing fascists and changed his name to #Fury. He back-combed his hair, stood in the spotlight and waited for the bang #vss365

He never knew his #name. He knew where he'd been found. He knew what the people who found him called him. But that wasn't his name. It was just a label. A nickname at best. It doesn't bother him now. People know what he looks like. Sounds like. Everyone knows he's good. And that's enough. #vss365

We all went to The Red #Lion when we were 18. Pound a pint, a row of ten pence pieces on the pool table, 50, never-changing, songs on the jukebox, and a paved beer garden. When I went past last week they were advertising Sunday lunches and Curry nights. I didn't go in. #vss365

Bob and I always had #dichotomous views. If I drunk lager, he drunk cider. If he went carnivore, I went vegan. The first time I knew something was wrong was when we agreed. I asked if he was sure and he didn't see anything unusual. Suddenly he wasn't Bob anymore. #vss365

He started counting at the first spike of #lightning. Ten seconds later he heard the thunder. The next gap was six seconds, then two. Then lightning and thunder joined. Each rip in the sky, accompanied by a crash. Silence. Then thunder, followed a second later by lightning. Nature reversed #vss365