The Book

January 12, excitedly the family moved into their new house. Yes it was old, perhaps little lacklustre, nothing that a coat of paint couldn’t fix, Jane mindfully making plans. It wasn’t perfect, who needed perfect, she thought. There needed to be changes to suit the family, in any case, it was going to be theirs.Continue reading “The Book”

The Bone

#writephoto Bone I once lived in a field So lush, so green I loved my life, just me and the other nineteen   Once a paddock so lush and green No rain No water The land grew dry The herd grew lean   One by one my friends left the fields we once grazed SanctuariesContinue reading “The Bone”