time stood still. Continue reading Memory’s Lane
drawn from vivid pain
and hellish black eternity.
Slender Joan was very slim;
she spent her spare time down the gym.
She wriggled here and strutted there,
and tossed about her glossy hair.
As if I always shine
You’ve no idea the work it took
And how much ‘pamper time’ . . .
Sometimes my heart breaks . . .
When our 20 week ‘Write a Novel’ course finished a few years ago, eight of us from the course set up a writing group. We arranged to meet up in December (me hosting) with the intention of reading our festive flash-fiction pieces.