As I pulled the book from the shelf and opened it, a flower fell from between its pages. Its colour gone, its petals so fragile they cracked and crumbled as
Tag: memory
That was then…That was then…
Laughing with my son today I could not help but notice as the light caught a faint scar on his shoulder. It is so faded now that no-one else will
Slimegrobbels and custard…Slimegrobbels and custard…
“Tell me a story…” My granddaughters and I were sitting on the floor of their pink-painted cabin at the bottom of the garden. I had evicted yet another invading spider
A touch of inspirationA touch of inspiration
I knew I should have pulled over and written it down. All the way into work, the words just flowed. It was good stuff and I was learning as I