Callum Wareing-Smith
Bio
“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them!” - Oscar Wilde
Stories (13/0)
Sunday Mornings
Sunday mornings were the most beautiful time of the week. Of that, she was convinced. An early riser: age no longer permitting the much longed for 8 hours of dreamful escape that it once had, she would awaken at first light and quietly make her way down the stairs to her kitchen, tiptoeing as if in an attempt not to wake the world as it lay paralysed and unconscious around her. Any sound that filled this silent world would not only be an annoyance but an unwelcome alert, commanding men, women and children across the globe to awaken into the panic of everyday life. But not in this house – a two story, forest-wrapped haven tucked away in the outskirts of another concrete jungle.
By Callum Wareing-Smith3 years ago in Families