https://fivedotoh.com/2022/03/13/fowc-with-fandango-float/

Floating on the surfboard, my legs dragging through the waves, and the cool water feels good on bare legs. Not just cold, it brings life back, where there is none. I stand, my stance wobbly at first, but my body remembers. The wood feels solid beneath my feet, the only solid thing in my lifeContinue reading “https://fivedotoh.com/2022/03/13/fowc-with-fandango-float/”

https://fivedotoh.com/2022/03/10/fowc-with-fandango-infatuated/

‘You’re infatuated with the lies,’ Stella said, thumping her fist on to the table. Her plastic cup knocked over and she grabbed it before it drenched her notes. The day started badly, and it was getting worse as the morning went on. The only woman on the board, it was difficult to get her pointContinue reading “https://fivedotoh.com/2022/03/10/fowc-with-fandango-infatuated/”