GHOST LETTER 53

Image by Christine Renney I have managed to abandon the City yet again but there it is; the point that rankles, a sharp needle stuck in my side as I walk, the fact that I have done this before, that I am doing it again. I rarely think about my former existence, but I rememberContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 53”

GHOST LETTER 16

Image by Christine Renney The notion that I might be elsewhere and driving on another road seems improbable. That I have driven my way to the motorway feels almost fated, which is ridiculous of course, because I don’t believe in Fate or at least I didn’t but every step I have taken today seems pre-ordained.Continue reading “GHOST LETTER 16”