A walk on the Beach

It was cool with an on-shaw wind, tugging at us, as my sister and I walked down the beach at Brenton on sea, with it being winter, the breeze was cold, so we both wore our brand new annorax over our t-shirt and shorts; how we ran, jumped and folicked down the long white beach,…

The cursor of dreams.

I blink and the screen blinks back at me. I sit half in sleep and the cursor wont stop flashing, I rack my brains as the screen is still blank, wondering if words and stories will appear, maybe a dream or some stirring image rushing out of the depth of my imagination, but still the…