Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Flesh and Feather

Drab brown drag bustling with the snap and jitter of twelve frames a second. Squabble tweedling with dickering kin scrabble-flickering for errant grain.   The farmers sons with .22 strength … Continue reading

March 30, 2018 · Leave a comment

Circus

Some kids from Barnsley came round with their geography teacher to point and gaze in wonderment and pity the decaying, failed estate.   “A lack of planning,” he explained, chest … Continue reading

May 11, 2017 · Leave a comment

“Uprooted”

‘You live in your bloody head far too much,’ said Dad, ‘get into the world; away from all those damned books and fancy. We’re building an orchard’ – in the … Continue reading

October 19, 2016 · Leave a comment