Christmas is always greener on the other side… Or is it?
A big thank you to Ratika Deshpande for listing my blog among her favourites for 2016, over at Scribblings of a Storyteller I couldn’t be more chuffed xx
A short poem about Christmas when you’re the wrong side of the tinsel wall. (Contains swearing.)
I risk death by tinsel strangulation when I reveal that Christmas isn’t so much the “season of goodwill” as the season of one-upmanship and exclusion. WARNING: risk of choking on your mulled wine.
The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window slid down to reveal grinning white teeth in a tanned face.
‘Terribly sorry,’ said the driver, ‘but I’m lost…
A prose poem about my Christmases past… Feeling special, wanted, loved, just on that one day a year.
I’m fascinated by characters who are, underneath, nothing like their surface appearance. But then I suppose we’re all a bit like that? A short character study.