Yorkshire writer, living with my husband and army of cat. Yes, just the one. You have to start somewhere. Blogging at https://sonniercheryl.wordpress.com
The horn was a giveaway. Edie tried to draw Mabel’s attention away by pointing at the church spire poking through the mist.
“Look how far we walked. The village looks so tiny. Not bad for a couple of sixty-somethings.”
I had a lightbulb moment recently at work. I realised that by taking my laptop into meetings and typing the minutes straight into a…
Twenty minutes of action.
That’s all it was. Nothing to make a big deal about, right? It’s not like she was somebody who mattered at all. Just some drunk woman in an alley.
If you’re looking for shelter, I know a place. Mostly safe and dry and they don’t bother you, as long as you remember to block the…