Heels tapped on the pavement, cracked red patent flashed ’Stop!’She could only go, despite the pinch on her little toe.Her sister’s shiny red leather rubbed her blisters raw.She had none of her own, no trainers, boots or sandals to her name.She had sold everything to fund her habit, to keep her sane.If she’d read the […]
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Old Man Winter
is no pinchpenny,his gifts are many: pinking our cheeks, glazing the world, sprigs of icicles, a landscape gift-wrappedwith ribbons of ice and snow. Even as light fades, a flock of waders lifts, dives and twists, white wing tips flashin January slush. Kim M. Russell, 22nd January 2024 Image by Sarah Cervantes on Unsplash It’s Monday […]
writing in north norfolk 