Daily Writing Challenge: Day 65
your creamed coffee fur and unstitched ears are still soft after thirty years of being my bear
Daily Writing Challenge: Day 49
boiled eggs and soldiers for breakfast today I am six again – when battles with bread and shelled egg were the only kind I understood
Daily Writing Challenge: Day 46
the shell pink dressing gown smells of your sweet perfume – I bury my face in soft sleeves
Daily Writing Challenge: Day 12
sweet scented woodbine – your twisted roots and honey trumpets hold memories of home
First and foremost… why mantimoon?
Stories are everywhere and this is no exception. This one doesn’t start with once upon a time, but rather…. I am four years old and sitting in the back of my parent’s car. I am looking out of the window.…