The Mirror
July 30, 2017
The mirror looks back at me … More The Mirror
The mirror looks back at me … More The Mirror
I could smell ozone. And everyone was looking up. A large dark disc hovered just above the roof tops. … More For the God of love
Waves could be heard as the ship cut its way through the ocean. The suns orb was kissing the horizon and casting the last of its light on the rippled water. Bright blue sky’s faded to darkness as the stars began to welcome the night and started to twinkle. … More Tolerance
My feet are keeping warm in some fluffy silver slippers and of course I have a cup of tea and a slice of Dorset apple cake by my side. … More Talk myself around