Crunch White glows at the edge of predawn blinds. Aliens landing? Nearly as exciting: it’s snowing! Acid sharp inhales and, eventually, blue light that draws the mountains closer. Crunch. Snowballs tight packed and launched on the way to school, put your big coat on… and your gloves. But snowballs are banned. Aye right. Crunch. First […]
A fishy tale – 100 words
Saturday song – 100 words
Saturday song The trouble with tired is that, in theory, it’s perfectly natural: we are only meat and ideas and electricity and need our rest as much as our tea and cake. But often, the little weary voice ‘I’m knackered, leave me be’ is drowned by the drum thumps of needs-to-be-done and the shrieking hullabaloo […]
