On the 29th of May 2016 I wrote a short story called Female Homosexuality The story was about two thousand words long and was an
There was a storm developing to the east of my town It had already created havoc In Central Europe But all I could hear was
In the low houses That surrounded the tall stone church Children chased the scudding clouds Of their dreams Whilst their wild eyed mothers Trapped
In the limp breezes of the evening People walk their beloved dogs Who chase the spring rabbits Into their deep burrows Trains pass without
Jimmy Pride and Arlene were driving north to avoid the heat of the summer They did this every year In early June As they were
The town is tranquil Only a few people have ventured out They are aware of the flat clouds That threaten rain Near to the white
The girl of the fields was quite beautiful But she had dirty hands And filthy nails Martin and I sat on a nearby wall And
This afternoon whilst resting I dreamt that I was in modern Chile Riding on a low rollercoaster With an injured pigeon And travelling in the
We were lying next to each other in our centre bed Having just made love with an enormous passion A bead of sweat ran from
Steve was in bed with Jane The were watching Real Madrid playing Barcelona Real Madrid were winning by two goals to nil During the night