Extract from Harbour House.
This Just in.
A woman, middle aged, frizzy haired and full figured is brought before me. She is smiling despite her surroundings. She has an unlit cigarette in her hand. She knows she’s not allowed to smoke in the office but she clutches it for comfort. Behind that smile is perhaps a little nervousness.
This week I’ve been thinking a lot about community. Because of quarantine I realised we take being able to see our neighbours and speak for granted. It isn’t until we are advised to keep a distance from each other that we realise just how much we need that all important human touch. Even for a … Continue reading Community Spirit
I am now speaking to a well presented gentleman. He is groomed, well dressed and watching me keenly. However, he struggles with serious personality issues and his residence at Harbour House came at a huge cost.
#imreading a #thriller by @VivikaWidowTweet
“As a writer you live and die by your work. I know that sounds dramatic but what’s life without a little drama!”Vivika Widow