STORM WINDOW

The view was bleak, much like his future. The waves rolled along, grey with white crests, unrelenting, unremitting. His stomach had finally settled down after two days of sickness. What did he care about these countries over the ocean? They could bomb themselves into oblivion for all he cared. The rain battered the window, but … Continue reading STORM WINDOW

ON THE BEACH WITH SANDRA

This was not what he had in mind when Sandra invited him on a beach holiday. He'd thought of golden sand and her golden hair; revealing swimwear barely concealing her tanned curves; frolicking in the sea... Sandra rubbed her grimy, seaweed-covered hands on her dirty overalls and threw the trowel aside, her smile beaming. 'Another … Continue reading ON THE BEACH WITH SANDRA