• Fiction.
  • Run.

    Not quite The Hemingway Day today, simply because I have too many words and not enough brain power left to edit them. I think I’ll go and plug myself into the mains and get a recharge. If only. Run. Her footsteps blended into the pounding of each rain drop. As each one plummeted down his cheeks, she managed to […]

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  • Day 60.

    I was hypothetically whip wielding this morning taking the boy out for a riverside run. Three miles down the water and this provided a pretty picture to compliment his collapsing lungs and my heavy breathing. Oh look there’s my gardener. #100happydays #day60