For a brief time, I found myself under the roof of my aunt. The reasons for this arrangement are far too complicated to drag you through, suffice to say, the pain of explanation is best avoided, and I shall stick to the essentials. Staying at my aunt's was not my first choice, but choices were … Continue reading Part Polished…

Up the lane, past the wheat fields that swayed like golden seas, beyond the schoolyard where laughter had long since been scrubbed from the walls, and past the witch’s hut - an ominous place we barely dared to whisper about - lay the golf course drive. A sharp turn to the right, a plunge down … Continue reading Something Fishy