Lunchtime. It was burning my mouth much more than usual. Its flame whispered through the gaps above my gums and swam along the back of my tongue until it hit the tip of my oesophagus and stained my tonsils…
Dirty Laundry.
Dirty Laundry. The bell on the launderette door chinked as the man in the suit slinked inside. He was smartly dressed to the most meticulous detail; his cufflinks polished, the pleats of his trousers crisp, his finely crafted…
Literary Lion. Into the Woods.
Since launching Literary Lion last week, I have read tales of loss, love, space ships, stars, time travel, petri dishes, dogs and only children. Thank you to all those that have taken part so far, I await with bated breathe to…
Bitter.
Day 10 of photography 101…’Mystery’. Bitter. Little bobbled droplets clung to the tips of my eyelashes, weighing heavily with every blink, but in the distance I saw life.
