It had been thirty years since she’d travelled back to where she had endured the most terrible pain in her life. She had gazed out of…
Vicki Griffin
I turned the oven onto high and smiled sweetly at him burning in his box. Merry Christmas, you nasty little thing!
At Auntie’s house, it’s Christmas time.
We get to make the cake.
Takani is sad because his mob is late;
their car broke down at the old mill’s gate
“Everyone has some sort of teta whose smells take them back to special memories.”