where the writers are

Bones of deceit | Bones of deceit

mary-wilkinson's picture
A shock of  black seagulls form a wave over this house and beneath the blue grey sky they delight my keen and hungry eye. Bones of sea bass and fragments of green don the table top, knives askew, dogs a-begging. Samphire devoured - a temporary pleasure, next month it will be no longer available and...