I Ask Myself
truths of existence … greatly sough since times of old
Half of the woman's face lay almost serene. The other half carried the massive distortion of wild violence … The text is hot off the ‘pen’.
Stickler gets Bopped 'He hit me.' Trembling lips and misty eyes bestow the hurt bloodhound look, complete with agonized droopy face. So, what's a grandad to do? I share a hug. deliver…
A Dragon Cried — a meeting of souls … there’s nothing worse than seeing a dragon cry Connection A few years ago I became involved, as resident author and a judge, with the…
Yes, 4 Weeks Today You can't start the next chapter if you keep re-reading the last one … We're moving to the East Neuk of Fife. It is full of history…
Behind the wheel a hasty mist descends and their brains dissolve.
Her girdle gripped fast like a British bulldog, preserving her modesty while permitting a glimmer of unexpected red silk knickers …
Apology or Grovel? … sorry seems to be the hardest word … When a big side-tracking situation came along, and my blog output quieted, I decided I should apologise to my (three ……