Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
I put myself into all writing I publish.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection is now available!
Andrew? Andrew woke to a delightful sight - a veritable winter wonderland just waiting for him. He leapt out of bed and slid into the warm clothes he had left out. They were his favourites. As he slipped on his thick grey socks, he couldn't hide his huge bright smile, pulling on his thermal layers and then his blue jeans, black t-shirt and wooly sweater. Can you hear me?
Snow Doesn't Discriminate
As the snow fell hard and the wind blew, Lorna lay there, motionless, as naked as the day she was born. Though, older, wrinklier and with more sagging than she'd care to admit to anyone. Not that that mattered anymore. As she lay motionless and the snow covered her, encasing her body, her pale skinned modesty was quickly protected. It didn't take long to cover her 5 foot frame.
Ploughing Fields of Fury and Thought
Author's Notes: Stephen A. Roddewig, suggested that L.C.'s recent Top Story Abecedarian, Hitting Snooze on the New Year could be entered with a little tweaking for the #200 also. That got me thinking...and here it is...my attempt to kill two birds with one stone.