A Close Call
It was a dark and stormy night, my wife and daughter were driving to a Fire Hall outside Chester for a family gathering.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
It was a dark and stormy night, my wife and daughter were driving to a Fire Hall outside Chester for a family gathering.
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
Jamie slammed his hand against the dash of the car and the heater fan rattled to life.
Nanuk the Bear stood on his hind legs and sniffed the icy air.
I hate waiting at the bus stop.
warm oil on your back
Raised by the pack, we didn’t know about the Change util it happened to my friend Brown Ear.
Driving late at night
“You can do this,” he said with an intensity that made me smile.
I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze
My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame.
All eyes were either on Scott’s hands or Amy’s outfit.