Faint sound of bagpipes in the shower room: a nice touch, otherwise just what I might expect: everything stripped down bare Nothing to complain about: clean, neat, white, neat, empty Nothing left lying about: no sign of life at all,…
Read: Hotel room
Over the years, I’ve started writing many works of fiction and finished a few. The other day I came across this one. These are the first four paragraphs. Do you think it’s worth continuing? Sally-Anne McTell was born clinging to wreckage….
White claws ready to strike from overhanging bushes ice re-forming on hidden water the sudden sound of silence under grey blankets the solidity of cold slowing the universe down I stop and reach for fire using the speed of light…
Read: The solidity of cold
An unexpected phone call recently led to an enjoyable visit from Mike Read, one of Norfolk’s top chess players – but one who achieved his peak performances in a specialised form of the game. Mike is a Senior International Master in correspondence chess….