Daily Archives: August 18, 2020

Short Story: The Old House / When I was Ten

This is a story submitted to a writing group – who disliked it because they said they couldn’t empathise with the narrator. Admittedly, it isn’t women’s magazine/romcom format. Anyhow, here it is: The Old House / When I was Ten … Continue reading

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