Ice Ice Baby.



I’d never found courage enough to do it before.

I sat with my back against the window for the first time. The subtle sound of stepping feet came first. Then the silhouette in my peripheral. Then followed the slow tingling whisper of breath on the back of my neck.

As the sensation shot through the hairs on my skin, into each vertebrae of my spine and through the very bones holding me there, I turned to ice.


  1. Donna-Louise Bishop
    17 November 2015 / 10:24 pm

    It took a while to find the inspiration for something this week. I hope you enjoy.

  2. 19 November 2015 / 7:27 pm

    To do what? What? Tell me!

    • 25 November 2015 / 7:26 pm

      Did you wimp out and take the bum down? The link isn’t working and I cannot find it on your blog…

      • 26 November 2015 / 2:17 am

        Yeah. It was shit. Not deserving of your fine Lion. “Wimp out” is a harsh assessment though. More self-refining myoutput/yourinput.

        • 26 November 2015 / 11:46 am

          Ah sorry, I thought the removal was all about the bum, not the words. That’s a shame, I’m sure they weren’t as bad as you thought.

          • 28 November 2015 / 5:10 pm

            I’ve moved home btw – think you may need to re-FOLLOW.
            (If you want, of course …)

      • Donna-Louise Bishop
        26 November 2015 / 10:15 pm

        This is a shame – the bum was quite saucy. Was it yours Andy?

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