
If he woke up at dawn, he loved to just
watch her and pull aside the sheets, not for
sex that would come when it came, but to
trace his fingers over her tan-lines and feel
even in old age the wonder that she of all women could love him.
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
‘Your refit is ready sir.’
.....The first visit resulted in a wrong prescription, an
incorrect lens fitting and a damaged frame.
.....Jack drove to the store that had boasted being the
best in town. A huddled conversation, suggested
‘third time lucky, sir?’
.....No he said,’ its once bitten twice shy.’