Today’s post was meant to be a review of Spin but I’ve got myself in a muddle schedule wise and so am rushing to a supplier event in London.
In the meantime here is a short drabble for your entertainment. And so I actually can say I wrote something today.
Upon the mantle
By Neil Beynon
There is a knife upon the mantlepiece. A flash of silver, a swirl of red. Next to it besides the gold plated clock is a photo that time forgot, forced smiles and forced colours, glass cracked.
And in the sun soaked silence of dawn a door flaps gently in the wind.