For those of you have missed the first part of this epic tale, please read it here before you proceed. When your world comes crashing down, you automatically assume that the same applies to life around you. Sadly it doesn’t. I go back to work on Monday after my tear-filled sabbatical and realise that the … Read more
This story has been on my mind since FOREVER. It was decomposing away in my Drafts Folder that I almost decided to delete it today. I thought I’d give it one last read (we writers are a self-absorbed kind) before pressing the keyboard key that would damn it to the recesses of the Recycle Bin. … Read more
So I am not the best of human beings on Sundays. ‘Tis a fact and a way of life. I channel my inner Grouch and will myself away from any kind of happiness on Sunday. Happiness on a Sunday? Bah! By evening, you realise you can’t stop time and you know for sure Monday is … Read more
When walls start to speak…
Working Backwards. From title to synopsis to story.
An ancient custom. And many questions.
The lady at No.6 Bergonia Crescent…