those sleepy Monday mornings and the long walk to school arriving late and cold always. those warm Friday evenings when we gushed out the school gates and spent the rest of the day…Read More
Through my window
as tiny as a little puppy, with eyes always full of despair, walking around like a squiggly worm, he wants what? nobody knows, for if right words could he frame,…
‘Why are you wearing your wedding ring turned to the inside of your palm?’ he asked, surprised. ‘Because we’re in the bus, and I don’t want anyone to take notice and steal it.’ She replied….