‘Will You Hold My Hand?’

************ Will you hold my hand and glide me the easy way past the shadows, past the pitfalls? Will you hold my hand through the broken hearts? No tumbling waterfalls for me! Rather, the scattered, shattered thoughts of my mind. Will you hold my hand through the dereliction of the colour grey through to the

BLINK!

She watches him striding up the garden path moonlight blazing down on his every footstep, silver grey she steps from behind the curtain – at last! And watches him approach, both rigid with expectation. How long has it been? Does it matter? Now he is here, and she is right there! Her mouth moves to

A Rural Affair by Catherine Alliott – A Book Review

Hello and welcome to August! I know, here already! Just picked this little gem from my TBR pile and I wasn’t disappointed. It’s classifed as fiction, but it’s more like romantic fiction. I could offer a spoiler here, but I won’t! A Rural Affair Welcome to the world of Poppy Shilling a mother of two

An Enchanted Moment

*********************** The touch of a hand, so a balloon rises high into the sky. The twinkling of an eye sends hearts soaring, someone else catches their breath caught between one moment and the next. * Two glasses clink two pulses quicken. And then whispers in the dead of night of promises for today and tomorrow,

Secondhand Love – A Short Story!

Tulip Simpson waited nervously at the new cafe in town. It was one of those modern places all brightly coloured with chrome tables and sparkling décor. For a moment Tulip wondered why she had agreed to this meet-up with a perfect stranger but Brenda her best friend at the warehouse where she worked, had insisted

Husband, Where Art Thou?A Sonnet

Besieged with the same question Rain down the same answer ‘I don’t know’, yet a smile I still plaster, Hands wrung, oh this life’s predilection! Songs sung to the moon and the sun Oh, to be like many a couple made A voice earnest and sweet ‘please send me a date’ I, comely of dress

The Kiss

First there is a kiss – a spirit awkens after a long, long sleep a rose opens in celebration, plucked thereon for its beauty and eternal scent. The air stirs and whirls around the earth a heart opens joy springs forth eyes sparkle, vision crystal clear and beholds a new dawn. A spirit is set

Nicholas Sparks, Nights in Rodanthe – A Book Review

Hello and welcome from London. And in keeping with the onset of autumn, you know, where the nights are longer and you may soon need an extra log on the fire (certainly here in England), I have got something for you romance fiction lovers.