Ida pushed the cottage door open, walked in and started looking around. The acrid smell inside was so overpowering that she hurried, nearly gagging, to open all the windows wide. Ida felt nervous: she had [more…]
Galta was about to pour her first glass of wine of the day -it was one o’clock and, these days, her lunch tended to come in liquid form- when she noticed a young man peering [more…]
Before embarking on this new story, I want to thank all Puffins for awarding me a prize in the June Competition. It is too much honour to bestow on an old bat like me holed [more…]
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