Where to begin? Well, usually you begin at the beginning, that would make so much sense, right? Not always. Some people start at the end and then skip back to the beginning. Others just start half way through and keep going. Then there are those who jump around a bit, not sure where to start, not sure where to go next. A bit like this right now. No idea where this is going, wherever the pen takes the ink I suppose. The sky is growing dark, the further down the page the ink is dragged. It's too cloudy for a sunset view out of a train window tonight. It's cooler now too, let just take a moment to be thankful for that. It's been melting temperatures all day. Now the clouds have rolled in, cooling the air; refreshing. Running out of room and out of time. All that's left, was this the beginning, middle or end? Maybe you should decide.
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Short Story[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
