skip to Main Content


Faith watched the preparations for the reopening of the Institution after its refurbishment. She smiled to herself at the use of china for the dignitaries and paper cups for the institutions inmates. It seemed that people were still fearful of…

Read More


Photo prompt: Anura Bakhshi/ Where to begin. Should I talk about Greenacres and it’s sixty-nine residents, or should I start with the staff who manage those residents. I doubt any of them see what I do. It is early on…

Read More

The Harpist

The melody of a harp being played, drifted like a warm ocean. Slowly surrounding people. Like the scent of a rare flower, it found ways to impart its message. Passionate kisses flowed like thick Devon cream, as the dance floor…

Read More
Back To Top