On a sky west and crooked

until December 2006.Our meeting was not face to face,but across the internet.Three cheers for technology.She recognised me from an old school photoit was not until I saw the class photoafter she pointed out herselfthat I did recognise who she was.For countless years you see,I thought of her under a different namewhich why I did not…

of someone unseen descending there.They are the classic openingto a ghostly tale of a haunted housewhere spirits dwell down a leafy lonely lane.Now that is in the movies or a paperback novel.However, when we see a place that resembles thata cold chill goes through us as if it is real.In reality, haunted buildingsare just ordinary…

but members of my familywhen shopping think I drive a lorry.The thing is that they thinkit will take them as well,would you believe.I do not know where they got the notionthat if you push the back seat downyou can carry triple the amount.In a minute if they keep goingI will be driving through the sunroofas…

while inside I sit as summertakes control of my mind.The sweet scents of flowersand animals greeting callsfrom across the meadows.The swaths of grassswaying gently in the warm breezeand with my eyes closedI can see it all in my mind’s eye.The sun implanted in a blue skywith its warmth wrapping itself around youlike a lover’s arms…

Not by intention, but by accident.Normally months or yearsafter the title was first used.The times I have done this are countlessand sometimes I’ve done it more than once.The search for a new titleis not an easy thingwhen you used several thousand before.However I am not the only oneas all writers suffer from itat one time…

whom have come into our livesnever knowing what we might find.We are moved by their kindnessand their giving up their timeto take us here and therewondering all the timehow we can repay their generosity.We can give them our friendship,but never feeling that is enough.We can only offer what we can givewhich in our case is…