Just shy of four in the morn, gently nudged into consciousness, eyelids fused together. Why on earth am I awake? “I have an offering, a gift from the Universe. Don’t you want it?” Bleary-eyed, and somewhat disappointed at being woken from slumber, I pondered the question. Well, I am …
Morning time. Four men sit at a table under the arches of sprawling leaf covered branches, accompanied by a sole woman. Raucous roars reverberate, bouncing off the metal panelled fence. Voices rise and fall as hands makes gestures with enthusiastic vigour. Pauses of silence are occasional. Less often, a wave …
Time to write, now what shall it be? A piece about hope, love or happiness. Shall it be a fictional story or essay even, Perhaps it will be about me. Inspiration and ideas don’t always come, Ready and willing to be penned. Thoughts of everything else interrupts, It …
