Christopher Francis
Joined November 2022
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Bio
I began writing as a child, continued as an adult and worked briefly as a professional. Literature and music were and are my passions. Then life got in the way. Now, at 66 they have returned and I am giving them my full attention. Ta da.
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The only thing he can see clearly is the yellow metal pole of the bus-stop as the bus draws up to it. Beyond this is darkness with faint points of light. It is so much darker here. You can’t see the walls covered in graffiti or the overflowing rubbish bins they passed earlier. Still, he knows these are outside, waiting for light.
By Christopher Francisabout a year ago in Fiction