THE DAY I MET AN ANGEL

‘Une Grotte Quelque Part en Normandie’ by Zoolon The little old bloke with the peaked cap walks the main road into town each day. He carries a big bag and picks up all the street rubbish. He never wears gloves. He’s round-shouldered and his trousers are too short. He doesn’t speak to anyone. He just … Continue reading THE DAY I MET AN ANGEL

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BABY MOONBEAM’S MUM

‘To the dark side of this mirror’ by Zoolon The bus broke down halfway up the mountainside. The driver got the bonnet open. Steam came out. Even though he had a box of spanners he told us there was nothing he could do. He didn’t know when help would come because his mobile couldn’t get … Continue reading BABY MOONBEAM’S MUM