Aubrey slammed her “17 Magazine” over her face and inhaled the faded scent of ink and glossy paper. So bored. How many times had she read this?

Something was scratching at the back of Uncle Ned Creaky’s brain. It was that little thought in the back of one’s mind that grabs hold of your ability to stay focused.

for my mother who passed away suddenly and very tragically on the 28th of January, aged 67. God Knows my Dad sister and I will miss her so very much.

At the AbrakaZebra crossing stands the magical Lollipop man and children and fairies and other folk who wish to cross over into Fairytale Park beyond, with its silver swings and shimmering golden See-

Chapter One:

Preface:

A tiny cold grey sun shone through the lifting cloud; as the cloud arose, it slowly began to change the colour of the road from a wet black treacle, in the distance where the trees stretched their fin

The Knowledge of a Koi Carp – Part 3