My parents worked in the summer, so it fell upon my maternal Grandmother to provide childcare for me when I was young.
I’d been staring at the photo for longer than I should have.
There was an old woman, Who lived in a shoe. She had so many debts, She didn’t know what to do. She said “I’ll pay it off bit by bit”, But the bank manager was having none of it. “Pay me now or you’ll lose
“Stop following me!”
Greg was beginning to get annoyed.
We met bi-weekly at the Garden Centre.
I’d been working for months on me “Pirates Book Of Very Spooky Stories” but had been set adrift on the becalmed sea of block.
At the top of the stone pole was what looked like an Incan face. I stared at its blank expressionless features and it stared back.