Sunday 28 December 2014

Excerpt from the Boy Who kissed Lamposts



Martin's spoon traced the figures of ancient China etched in the landscape of the blue willow plate of breakfast cereal.   A thought scurried across his mind. ‘One day I will go there’.

He paused for a moment, to catch the morning sunlight filtering through the laced curtain and turned to his aunt standing by the stove.

' Auntie , please, please  may I leave the table?' 

An approving wink set him free.