by RossYoung | Jun 17, 2021 | #WritersByNight, Poetry
Rub out mistakes. Burning hands to remove the stains. Keep thumbing, pressing, pushing. Screwing up your face. Through gritted teeth. Remove the evidence of last night’s sin.
by nicola | Jun 17, 2021 | #WritersByNight, Memoir
I raced along the corridor with straight legs, past the Whitcourt Farm display to the toilets. Mr Reedy had suggested an early lunch and whilst I was incredibly grateful to have been invited to back to Holbeach for the reading training, my bladder was bursting. I...
by nicola | Jun 2, 2021 | Fiction, Food
DRAFT Billy’s spear of broccoli flew between the diners, narrowly missing a harassed waitress balancing three plates along her arm. To be honest, I was amazed he had even ordered any veg. He was the only one in the family who had; his sole sensible choice that...
