Four. One. Nine.

Originally posted on Basia O'Neill:
A cloud of dazzling red, white and blue sparks rose in the night, mushroomed and fell away, back down to the parched earth while the band played God Bless The USA. As everyone’s eyes were fixed heavenwards, Karen stared out across the highway into the darkness. Somewhere out there,…

Too full to write

Originally posted on Unassorted stories:
All this and not ordinary Diary of a writerbee Through the open window I can taste Dawn’s nights Sin, confess, repeat little learner I am lovely With a glass of bubbly in my hand I follow Jane’s musings and wonder Is bowing to Hangerfarmerpoets a storyshucker? It’s all about manners…