• The Hemingway Day.
  • The Hemingway Day. The Drunk.

        Good Friday to you all. May your weekend be spent bare-footed with flowers in your hair (it’s summer solstice on Sunday, get those sunlight hours in while you still can).  Here’s a few short fiction words and a rainbow hued photo from The Hemingway Day…   The Drunk. My personality was locked in bottles.

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  • Day 62.

      I am sure that alcohol lured happiness coaxes many a weary traveller down a perilous path, but there’s just something about a golden goblet of the grape juice shimmering in the sunshine. Over the past two weeks I have been knee deep in a beginner’s blogging challenge, which today asked me to respond to […]

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  • Day 62.

      I am sure that alcohol lured happiness coaxes many a weary traveller down a perilous path, but there’s just something about a golden goblet of the grape juice shimmering in the sunshine. Over the past two weeks I have been knee deep in a beginner’s blogging challenge, which today asked me to respond to […]