Stories due at the very latest 23;50
We are waiting, listless, breathing shallowly
A Madness of Ashes
The walls are high enough, for we are small and feeble
It's not easy to admit
There are small heroes, just as heroic
Van & Wheelchair
A pebble in her shoe
iPad, Oh I-PAD!!
Ping, something has arrived
It isn’t just the crying
You are sitting, I am sitting. One of us should speak
Old Fart’s Ticket
Books for ten pence
And BEFORE the big bang?
The boys have been playing poker
My mother has sold my books
A little bit of luck would have seen us through
From the backs of pick-up trucks
If you love me, build
Read to me by candle-light, your soft voice
Wearing an old coat
At least the roof doesn't leak
Are you happy to be in this picture?