At the tipping point of the
year, a man and a woman talk of celebrations. He, with his wife, will cook
curry and watch box-set Bollywoods. His
shoulders shake with the mirth of it. She answers, beating time with her arms
and hands, her face bright. She is
practising nursery songs to sing with her granddaughter tonight.
Monday, 31 December 2012
Sunday, 30 December 2012
Sunday December 30th 2012
Wind and rain have sucked another
scoop of sandstone from the red wall.
Good fortune for the wall mender, who dreams of dry skies and April sun
on his strong hands.
Hello and welcome to my blog.
Hello and welcome to my blog, Small Stones from Helen. I've used the term 'Small Stones' because I'm taking part in a month-long event organised by writingourwayhome.com. A Small Stone is a short piece of writing based on observation, and the idea is that many small stones might make, well, something. At the very least, a handful of stones.
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