“Do you like it, Mummy?” The room was lit solely by tiny birthday candles atop a cake. “A hundred and two today!”
Mum said nothing,though – never a word for twenty years. Instead, her soulless sockets were blank behind her skeleton frame.
Decades of her words.
Unfolding From the Fog (or What I Think About When I Walk My Dog)
Try. Try again.
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J. R. R. Tolkien
Short stories and general observations about the world of writing.
Crochet inspiration and design from Sweden
A collection of stories & poems
Mind the Glitches