Dear Carefree and Consequence readers

I really appreciate it when you finish my book if you could leave me a review on Amazon? I know you’re really busy at the moment. Go to the C & C page on my blog and it will take you to Amazon where you can buy a digital or physical copy.

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My Hemingway six word story challenge

Enjoy my attempt at the Hemingway Challenge She floated face down, ice cold.

Thunder struck, and hearts broke.

Their lips met also their souls.

Her face was illuminated, tears ran.

The sun shone, the world continued

Their limbs intertwined in passion’s dance.

He lit the spark in her.

Words flew between them; verbal war.

She teetered on the edge of reason.

Words said, bonds broken, time heals.

Angel with eyes of a devil

She escaped inner battles in daydream

Tapping away at the keyboard: Documenting.

The seasons came: He hadn’t changed.

Wars in her head, whilst in bed.

Miles to go, each step remembered .

Flags planted, possessions owned, life taken.

Kisses mean I am sorry or goodbye

The harp is the sound of love.

Worlds torn, uprooted, your flag planted.

Red sunset by the River

Silks of red and burnt orange hang in between windows like a staged sunset. Hindi floats in the air as they converse the daily struggles. Their hands are worn and so are their eyes. Even as they beat their washing against uneven stones that stands at banks of rivers the long travelled dust settles on their clothes like snow flakes in the July heat. The maitrachs backs are bent and their movements synchronised Bollywood dancing in scilence with only the hindi and the river’s slaps against the banks to accompany them. Girls’s innocence are covered in white cloths. This is their future ubless something changes. Inspired The King and I