She was a leather-clad, two-wheeled speed-freak, with a mouth full of swear words and dust, and a body full of tattoos, bruises and scars. She wasn’t one for trucks and cars, or men with smoothed-back hair; she preferred the scent of two-stroke and dirt-ingrained fingernails on a bloke, and the glittering chrome of a motorbike, […]
Day: July 15, 2017
Don’t Shoot the Messenger
Downward stroke of raven wing, coal-black and glistening in the morning sun, sweeps clouds into one, a blot on the blue. Its forsaken caw breaks early morning silence like the letterbox flap, the post on the mat; only its message is scrawled in the sky and punctuated by its shiny jet eye. Kim M. Russell, […]
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