Lucky Seven . . .

Five people had already died trying to find that cursed bag, that’s what the thugs at my door told me. They appeared, or rather, slammed past my door with their size eleven boots. I was just eating my dinner, or rather trying to. ”I don’t know what bag you’re on about,’ I said, digging aContinue reading “Lucky Seven . . .”

A Call from the Past

A rotary phone, pink, the same colour as the one I used as a child. Mum used to spend hours, with the handset to her ear. A flurry of sisters, she could be on the phone for hours. There is something about the way the numbers revolve around the centre, clicking and whirring into position.Continue reading “A Call from the Past”

Mistake

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/sunday-poser/ I would like to think I am good at admitting my mistakes. Nobody is perfect, and we all make mistakes (although don’t tell my husband that) He will always tell me when I have done something wrong, but then I will tell him too. We shouldn’t always agree with our significant other. If weContinue reading “Mistake”

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A nobody, with a name nobody spoke to. Most lunch breaks she spent in the school library, her nose behind the pages of her favourite book. Katie. Adventures in which nobody could hurt her. One day she would create a world of her own. One where she would control the ending. Books were piled toContinue reading “https://fivedotoh.com/2022/04/09/fowc-with-fandango-nobody/”