Cat’s Story (part 1)

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

At three Ed was on Llantwit beach squatting in the shelter of a large rock enjoying his afternoon cigarette with the winter sun in his face and one eye on the car park so he didn’t miss Harris.

The world went dark. Ed turned and Harris was standing there. Ed hardly recognised him: he had the look of a man who had arrived from a foreign land on a home-made raft. Continue reading “Cat’s Story (part 1)”