To home, It’s been a long time. When I left, I thought I’d be back every other weekend. I always loved you, but life gets in the way. Everyone likes to say that, but still they manage to find time for less important things. After my last visit, I could see that you’d withered. It…… Continue reading To Home
From the open window, Stanley Damson watched the world awaken. Cool, crisp air flooded the kitchen, and it energised him. He liked this time of day best, when the 7am sunshine stirred the world for its morning coffee appointment. The sifting breeze waited among the branches, conducting a gum leaf percussion which squeezed through the…… Continue reading The Plum Currency
