I stepped off the train and strode out of the station. There was a large dog by the kerb and a man with a guitar sitting on the step next to a stinking mattress and tangled sleeping bag. He roughly strummed the instrument. “You’re only ever 3 missed mortgage payments away from being homeless.” he sang. Continue reading “Let ‘im have it”
Ten years earlier Ed had driven from South Wales to France in his first VW Camper Van, with fellow students Ando, Stu Mac and Lithe Girl. The attraction was Lithe Girl, and an adventure, it was not running a marathon. Continue reading “a marathon in Paris”
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)”