Sunshine, at last. Winter was finally retreating, creeping its way southward to fill the antipodeans’ lives with chill and wet.…
The poet was having a bad day, and a worse night. He couldn’t find a word, an image, a rhyme…
Open your hand is one of two parts of today’s prompt, taken from Sylvia Plath’s works.The other is And dissolve…
The rain had stopped, leaving a translucent fogginess as a reminder of its presence. He peered out the window, debating.…
He knew she wouldn’t come. Not because of the weather. They had walked in far worse than this, whispering their…
And we are at the end! Longish today but all wrapped up. Sophie swung about, heart thumping. An enormous green…
Sorry … it was getting too long to wrap up, and too easy for our adventurers, so I’ve thrown them…
This story – it did not go away! This might or might not be the penultimate episode … if only…
And on we go … is it my imagination or is this going on a bit longer than perhaps it…
Back in the Planning Office … Beefy planning man glowered at his former docile assistant. ‘You’re unworthy to work in…