They found the village as it always was, quiet and yet full of life. The peaks were sparkling in the stormy sky. It rained in the evening and they had a meal at the little albergo. Sarah was smiling and girlish, as she took him to bed.
Julian was walking down Regent Street, his Shuffle firmly strapped to his jacket, inhaling the atmosphere of London on a spring morning. He came to the junction with Oxford Street as the flow of commuters, the early rush, was beginning to ebb. This was not his most favourite part of London, this probably wasContinue reading “Regent Street”
I found this pic and forgot where: so I respectfully acknowledge the author’s copyright. This was for a very personal Valentine card! Related articles The Origin of Valentine’s Day (romickinoakley.wordpress.com)
One morning, as he was already at his desk (it must have been shortly after seven) he got a text message on his personal phone. It was from an unknown number. Julian would have deleted the unsolicited message but something stopped him: the text said I do want to meet you, you will not regretContinue reading “Text”
Hesitantly she looked up towards the statue, the dark bronze of the goddess, dominating this corner of the island. Behind her she could hear the distant sound of waves. Now she forced herself to walk, her bare feet silent on the stones, smooth and ancient, polished by centuries of footsteps. On both sides of herContinue reading “Chi”
Publishing this blog… if this is not “work in progress” what is?! Hope you enjoy the excerpts, if not I am in trouble… Most of my time is spent on Scrivener but I promise to update this as the journey continues. I am grateful for my followers and fellow writers, please browse the blogroll. =)Continue reading “At long last…”