Smoke Signal

It was the best part of a very shitty day. Sitting on the decking, Fin listened to the starlings and savoured his cigarette. The last of the colours were leaching out of the sky, and a bat skittered overhead. He revelled in the quietness. Replaying the argument in his head he drew on the fag … More Smoke Signal

Days like this

Some things are  to be. I bought a battered, broken and dirty writing desk today, for a song. Once repaired and oiled, it looks beautiful. As fate would have it, my age old writing box fits the shelf perfectly. I am one very happy aspirant writer x © Tom Tide 2016