seaside conversation what is destiny? asked a seagull as I unwrap my chips good question, I say, steam burps from my parcel, a potato inferno of salt and grease it’s the future, the end of the road X marks the spot your inevitability, given where you start teeth tear and liberate the sauce – […]
Priorities – 100 words
The gift – 100 words
The gift A present is hope in thoughtfully chosen and expensive paper, (to be folded with equal thought for later, but never used) sharp folds and Sellotape hidden as if it was vulgar. Untied in slow motion to stretch the moment – the thought that counts – rolled the ribbons around your hand, tidy. I […]