The mother sat in the gallery. Her mascara was running, tears in her eyes, but otherwise she was immaculately kept. She was all in black. There was no other colour that would be appropriate. The smell of petrol hung in Adam’s nostrils. There was a leak from somewhere. It was an obvious conclusion given the [...]
Three-Six-Five
Three hundred and sixty-five words a day, for three hundred and sixty-five days
Three-six-five
Each entry on this blog is 365 words long. They're also all by me, David. Every single one of them. And, if all goes to plan, there'll be one posted every day for a year.
