I write on the bus; is that weird?

I’ve mentioned that I struggle with time management, particularly when it comes to writing blog posts. The bus journey from my village to the nearest town is fifteen minutes. That’s a solid fifteen minutes where I can get a few hundred words down. That’s enough for a blog post. I go to town twice a … Continue reading I write on the bus; is that weird? →

Flash Fiction: Young Love

Outside, the rain cascaded down the window of the bus in long rivulets. Inside, the droplets of condensation trickled down the panes. A dank, pungent aroma emanated from the sopping coats on the many bodies squeezed together. They were jostled by the movement of the bus as it made its way along the winding roads … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Young Love →