Image by Jörg Peter from Pixabay The wind howled and blew sand in our faces as pebbles crunched beneath our feet. It was the second day of my family’s summer holiday and I had joined the local kids as they scoured the coast…
Mark was raised in Africa, a childhood spent running wild and barefoot in sunny scrubland, during which he survived two dog maulings, a swarm of killer bees and being run over by a horse. He lives in Swindon UK and is currently helping a tree dragon write her autobiography.
Sync
The woman next door smiled at Cameron, so he listened to her through the wall. YouTube helped him build an amplifier and soon every sound she made was beamed to him through wireless headphones. He began matching her schedule –…
Floating
Yesterday was leaking so I shrouded my share in a lip-blue binbag and hauled it out to the road. Mum agreed to dispose of her share too. I tied the bags tight, sealing the airway, and the dripping stopped for…
