I wore a pair of strappy square-toed sandals to my year 9 disco when I was 14. They went to the charity shop some years later, a decision I am regretting now I’m once again lusting after these minimal heels….
Ruin.
Day fourteen saw a second instalment in a tale of lost and found, today is the final piece… Ruin. The heat was radiating from every angle of the landscape, smearing the view in the distance, adding to the blurred state…
Aurora.
On day four of this course I penned a tale of loss, which was the first instalment in a series of posts. In today’s second part, I have scribbled a tale of something found… Aurora. The stinging winced across…
Cinders.
Today’s challenge: The first of a three post series in tales of loss… Laura looked down at the ground and marvelled at the sight. This was the first time she was a victor in battle, at just six years…
Flash Fiction Friday. Rendezvous.
The usual place. He lingered, hoping.
Day 75.
In need of summer decoration for the feet. Inexperienced applicants only. Will teach you the ways of the world and introduce you to a vast network of other footwear friends in comfortable wardrobe lodgings. Plenty of sunshine and lazy days…
Day 72.
I was reminded today of my very first love. I was just five years old, it was love at first sight and I have been tumbling into an abyss of affection ever since. The object of my adoration was a…
