Longing for sunny days…

unyielding warmth
and a sea that floats calmly.

Until then, check out Lazy Eye
by Donna Daley-Clarke
a preview of things to come.

“Instead of cats and pilchards from flat 7b the hallway smells of the instant-headache perfume worn by women who get on number 38 buses at West End stops. I shut the street door behind me and take the stairs two at a time, slowing down when I get to the last four because a white girl is sitting on the floor, leaning her back against my bedsit door with a box of half-eaten pizza beside her.”