Laying on their side just off the path, the bicycles rested on the warm earth; the wheels gently spun in the light breeze. The once well trodden path, was now barely visible through the encroaching weeds. Through the trees laughter could be heard, distant but unmissable; a sound that had not graced the woods since … Continue reading Spokes


Cathy leant against the frame of the open window ‘Have you made bread? Make bread,’ she ordered. A wisp of smoke from her cigerette drifted away through the window. Stan shuffled forward from the corner and carefully took out the ingredients from the cupboards, laying them out on the work surface by the bread maker. … Continue reading Stan