Paul McDermott
Bio
Born in the Year of the Panther and with a feline instinct to roam, I spent my teaqching career wandering Europe.
Got myself a Proper Job when I retired from the Blackboard Jubgle and started writing Full Time.
Stories (6/0)
The Beach
“Best get going, then!” Tom eased his rucsac more comfortably on his shoulder and straightened up. The tail lights on the train flickered as it disappeared round a curve and headed towards Southport. His three companions nodded and followed suit Words were unnecessary, as well as being a waste of effort on that sweltering summer afternoon. Helen could feel the heat of the flagstones seep through the soles of her trainers: standing still in any spot for longer than absolutely necessary was not a good idea. The four friends jogged off on the final stretch of roadway separating them from the natural, unmapped tracks and trails under the cool leafshade of Formby Woods.
By Paul McDermott3 years ago in Earth
