Four people. Two very different encounters... She places the tabloid on the counter. No eye contact...
Category: Fiction
Bonnie
She runs. Past classmates with book bags, who call her smelly...
Streatham: a poem
A short poem about Streatham Endless traffic, souped up cars, Farmers’ markets, craft ale bars. Much loved common, ancient trees, Lofty views, soft breeze...
Breeze full of promise
Short poem As I lie in my bed, The sound of cars in the night On a nearby road, Remind me of the sea...
cloud cocoa 