[This is a portion of my serialised e-story. Read it from the start here]
“Under the willow, by the brook
There are things to be seen if you care to look.
Beyond the giggling, rolling beam
Of water light and yummy green.”
This is how Persimal started the story that got us here in the first place. By ‘us’ I mean Persimal’s mind, Ray, Boomer, Flinny and I.
I’m Sheloch. I don’t matter much in this group. The only thing I contribute to this story is my curiosity and my love of telling stories. True stories of course. I don’t lie. Not Much. But my thing is mostly curiosity. When others look or listen, I say; ‘hey, I wonder if. . . Continue reading