Lynne ClarkNov 13, 20181 minTrustA sad little poem. I've been here many times in my youth. Trust me, he murmurs, her ear a pink shell curved to receive his bounty, the...
Lynne ClarkNov 12, 20181 minOn his way"Elliot slid his fingers over the ribbed cuff of the hoodie. No catches, no frayed edge. He raised his arm to his nose, enjoying the he
Lynne ClarkNov 9, 20181 minI wish...I have a poem for you today. Earlier this year, I took part in an online competition to write flash fiction, or a short poem, from this...
Lynne ClarkNov 8, 20185 minThe Custard TartYour short story for Thursday... It was the custard tart's fault. The Improved Portable Steam Oven Company™ had picked Barton, Caz and me...