Sorry we’re late. We came across a toft and ended up in the wops somewhere. Then James got carsick so we stopped to let his tummy settle. Thank goodness we managed to stop, not like last time when vomit ended up all over the door. But we’re here now. Thank goodness. Gosh I’ve missed you! How are the kids? Where shall I put this? I like what you’ve done to the kitchen. What colour is that? It goes well with your cupboard doors. James, go and say hello to Leon he’s outside somewhere. So tell me, what have you been up to? Have you talked to Mum lately?
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
A sign that appears to point in more than one direction.
rooking ptcpl. v.
Going round the room after a party, consuming all the leftover wine and crisps.