Twittering Tales #132

The tips of my fingers felt soiled contemplating the greasy buttons. I cringed, reaching for a clean white handkerchief. The phone rang. I held the handset well away from my ear. “Deep breaths. Tomorrow no handkerchief. Repeat after me. OCD is treatable.“ This is my entry to this weeks Twittering tales. I’m writing this on … Continue reading Twittering Tales #132

Sunday Photo Fiction (14.4.19)

The argument “It’s a satellite, brought back from the earth’s orbit, recovered from the Pacific Ocean, and brought here.” Matt stood tall, anchored his hands awkwardly to his waist and stared intently into Cassiopeia’s deep blue eyes. “Rubbish!” She tapped her right foot slowly and rhythmically, holding Matt’s gaze intently. “It’s a 21st century artist’s … Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction (14.4.19)