Ideas thrown up by life.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Honest.
My playgroup days, when I originally wrote this, are long behind me. But some things, I suspect, never change...
In search of the mysterious man who saved me from drowning. Why do I need him to save me again?
The Headline might vary, between tabloid and broadsheet, the BBC and Channel 5. But this is the story behind it.
In time, Manda managed to forget a great deal. But she would never forget those eyes.
Unproductive Writer's Syndrome. Apologies to the Manics.