The storm

Henry looked nervously at the tall oak tree in the garden, the storm swirling around its branches pulling it this way and that. He wished he could bring it in, offer up a cup of tea and shelter from the savage weather. Henry closed the curtains, climbed into bed and listened as the rain lashed […]

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When the seagulls follow the trawler…

Written, once again, for Friday Fictioneers, A photo prompt each week designed to tease out some imagination using 100 words.   “Stand still, Colin” squawked Barry, “this isn’t going to work if you keep flapping around!” “gggg bbllgggghhh cccoooorrrr” gargled Colin, ushering his friend down from on high. “ugh, what now?” sighed Barry, as he […]

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When there’s a divider as big as the sea. When I can’t be there please believe me, that I’ll be right with you holding your hand, like the time we walked barefoot our toes deep in the sand.

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