Time and Tide
The stench of decaying seaweed hits me as I shut the car door behind me and make my way to the sea. The waves battle
COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
The stench of decaying seaweed hits me as I shut the car door behind me and make my way to the sea. The waves battle
Clad in sooty black leather, my Mary roared about the seaside village from the unripe age of sixteen. When she rode, her vanilla hair whipped
Someone once said, you are never too old to dream a new dream, and I believe them, but just not for me. Not now, anyway.
The kids were driving me mad. Fighting. Yelling. Throwing. The potatoes boiled in the pan. Steam rose in my face. Another scream. My rage grew.
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