The Sale

Not a good day. You could hardly say it was raining, but you certainly couldn’t say it was dry either. Grey, overcast, cold, damp, miserable – all these terms applied for the post of today, and got the job. The bungalow was nothing special, forty years old and tidily maintained. The furnishings were very ordinary; […]

My first poem

For the love of basket-making, or Just One More   He sat, his back against the wall, his legs stretched out before; half-finished basket on his lap. He peered out through the door from gloom within to glare without, and with neither smile nor sigh, snatched photographic glimpses of the people passing by. Upsett – […]