Zach Beauvais

Just type: How I miss Ludlow

Just type: How I miss Ludlow

How I miss Ludlow. A brace of pheasants in the feather for less than a fiver – hanging from one of Ludlow’s five local butchers. Each dwelling in a building made by medieval tradesmen. Cobblestones, of course, usually damp, with overhanging late-medieval...
I thought I’d be wearing a robe or something.

I thought I’d be wearing a robe or something.

“So, this just swings over your jacket, and just hook this bit under your… where’s your tie?” The spindly man from Ede and Ravenscroft held some form of heavy, black wool cloth and cordage out to me. “I’m not wearing one. I don’t own one. Wait, do I need a tie to...
Memory is a long-exposure photo

Memory is a long-exposure photo

Memory is a long-exposure photo. Things that move the least hold the best focus. Picture a room from your childhood home. Parts of it are so clear, you almost feel you could turn a corner and be there. Your fingers feel the texture of those curtains, and you notice...
Cally Road’s king and I

Cally Road’s king and I

Thing is, despite the many people, none gave me a second look. And, I’d never looked more guilty of breaking and entering in my life. “Ah, Zak!” I could hear the k in the way he said my name.”I forgot to put a microwave in your flat. You want...