You really should stop feeding these flyin’ rats, Ian! The two old men sat on the bench, just as they did pretty much every day the weather allowed them to. The park was the perfect spot, to say the least, to keep an eye on all the neighbourhood’s whereabouts. And keeping up to date with…… Continue reading All roads lead to… – FFFC
It had been days now. Days of terror, living with an unknown threat. At first, the whole village had tried to keep things going, probably hoping that the fury would stop just as it had begun. Overnight, and leaving them unhurt. When they had wakened up, one morning, to find that three of…… Continue reading The sign… – FFFC
Walter pushed the books aside, on the table, and opened the computer. A couple of weeks back, his grand children had put together the money to offer him a brand new laptop for his eightieth birthday. Billy, his eldest grandson had created a Facebook page for him. Walter had disagreed at first, but…… Continue reading Margaret… – FFFC
Cyranny's Cove 