Part I - The Dog: (A man is sat in the park looking rather glum with his hands in his pockets, he is looking at the floor to begin with, then as a passerby passes with their dog he begins to talk.) "I remember when I got her, my dog I mean, my auntie is … Continue reading Dogs
#189 – Confession
It's over, it's done. As if it had never even begun. That's what they always say, Before they go back to their old ways. Wandering in fear, Wondering over the cheers, Over all the fallen tears And all the nears and fars Of the man I am, The man I was And am becoming. O … Continue reading #189 – Confession
