Me. You. Coffee.

It’s funny how a sound or a smell can conjure up memories. That day it was a potent mix of salty sea air, the gentle cymbal crash of rolling waves and powdery sand between my toes as I walked barefoot.

I could hear them instructing each other from the dunes. A kite flying high. Elastic grins on their faces as they focussed on keeping the tussling eagle airborne. Consoling each other moments later, as the inevitable happened and it nosedived to the beach.

I felt Carol squeeze my hand.

“Time to go,” she said. “Else the crabs will pinch you.”

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Hey, Listen

It’s always a nice surprise to see one of my images picked for Friday Fictioneers. It’s funny timing for me as I have missed a few weeks and popped my head around the door today and thought – I know that snap! For anyone interested in more photos of that beach, check out my instagram.

This week I’ve been going through old posts as I’ve decided to start work on volume 2 of my short stories. Seeing how many times Rochelle has taken time out of her schedule to keep this routine going for all of us over the decades is quite something!

So I wanted to take a minute and shout “Thank you, Rochelle!” You keep us all engaged and feeling like we’re part of a community no matter where we are in the world. Keep up the great work.

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