Pink on a wet day

Small fruit flies taking over the kitchen. A few have landed in our tea already. Suffice to say the plant pots are back outside

Wet night in Richmond

He found out what pain was like in that cell that night, it was like nothing he had ever experienced before and at times he wondered if he would survive. He was beaten to a pulp and then sexually assaulted

Who could do this to him when Heather was dead? A witness to the crime he committed? He shuddered to think about what they would do to him. He was blindfolded and tried to speak only to realise his mouth

But not even an intelligent person like he could deny the voices he was hearing. he was scared to go down there again due to the blood but she was definitely calling him. he retreated from the window and

William Meadows looked at the broken piano in his hands and felt shocked. He walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. He had always loved magical Falmouth with its frantic, fair