This is why I haven’t put in my usual fortnightly post… The Football Whisperer, my second novel is almost here.
Go on, I know you’re curious to find out more…
She inhaled deeply, basking in his manly aroma. His large palms cocooned her hands. Staring deep into his eyes where the world around them no longer registered.
He leaned in closer and whispered the words, ‘my little blood-puddin!’
‘Huh?’ She blinked at him as if flushing out an eyelash. Continue reading “Whispered Wants”
‘It’s the perfect gift for that person who has everything.’
‘What is it?’
‘It’s a life clock with camouflaging wristband to suit all wardrobes that counts down the days left in your life. Unfortunately, we can’t guarantee the watch for a lifetime.’
‘Why not? Will the battery run out?’ Continue reading “Mundane Ways”
‘I’m so sorry,’ Bob whimpered, as tears trickled down his cheeks. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry I always gave you the smallest serve of the meals. I’m sorry I gave you hottest beer first. I’m sorry I put the chilli in your toothpaste, on the toilet seat, and on the rim of your beer glass. Sorry, I diluted your rum with tea when I pinched your stash. Continue reading “I’m Sorry”
‘Then he got shot.’
‘Ah huh.’ He nodded and sipped his tea. The cup’s base chinked as it rested on the saucer and was placed upon the kitchen table.
‘It was brutal. All that shouting and screaming. No one deserves to live like that, you know. Can only put up with it for so long, it had to be done. Continue reading “Tea & Toast”