Too old. Her back was killing her. She straightened up and stretched. This would be the last year. Next summer she would need to get some help in, or let the garden grow wild. Maybe that was the answer. Time to give up trying to control everything. Time to just go with whatever will be, … Continue reading TIME
Her Mum helped her bake the pastries using the rhubarb they had grown in their garden. Each had their own neat tray - rhubarb crumble, rhubarb tarts, rhubarb and toffee cake. She set up the stall at the corner of her street, waiting to capitalise on the Friday, end-of-week rush hour footfall. 'Treat for the … Continue reading ILL-GOTTEN GAINS
It was time to give up. Admit defeat. Accept the desolation. The whole thing was futile. Life was futile. It was just another thing, on top of everything else, that made him angry about this year. A year of pandemic, riots, protests, more Brexit, more Trump, more Boris. Was it no wonder the country was … Continue reading A FUTILE LIFE
