She stood staring across the car park. The thing was fifteen feet high and at least forty feet wide, an assemblage of random, bulging objects. It loomed. It wobbled like a blancmange. She could make no sense of it. ‘What is it?’ she asked. ‘Hot air,’ a voice replied. The PM turned to see a
The snow has not yet dissipated. The grey drifting rain is rounding and smoothing the whiteness. Where there is colour, she sees, it is under the clustered pine trees and around the urgent green armour of holly bushes. He said it will not rain all day and shrugged himself deeper into the waterproof. They smiled.
I became a consumer in 1967. Like those women appearing with alarming frequency on the cover of the National Enquirer who tell of having been penetrated by aliens with laser probes and sucked dry whilst hurtling through outer space at the speed of light, I remember the exact time of my induction into the consumer
What makes a good story? This is a question I’m often asked, my little lemon drizzles, and depending on who you ask, the results often oscillate from ‘the characters need to be empathetic to the reader,’ to ‘it needs a good plot.’ Other people will tell you that you need to ‘channel what you know’,
There are moments in everyone’s life where they are faced with a decision. It could be something as simple as wanting people to try your dish at a party or something as important as facing a cheating spouse. In these moments we find the courage to speak up and do something, either to announce how