The Avenue is what most people who know me would suggest is my memory lane. The single lane that leads up to the palace that I called school, a row of trees either side. You can't blame them for thinking that, every time I drove in, I would check if anyone was behind me and … Continue reading Memory Lane
Tag: Short story
The Last Sun
A short story that I wrote at work last week during my lunch The sun crept over the horizon. The sea glistening. The water just a sparkling golden sheen, The waves roll in and crash into the rocks, as though they are completing an act of violent vengeance. The sound only disturbed by the chirping … Continue reading The Last Sun
Crash! Cool breeze. Dilapidated lighthouse. Pondering why paradise was abandoned.