I was born in a nest with my brothers and sisters Then my mum just left me to do my thing. Didn’t have any friends; don’t have any friends, I mean what do you expect. I’m just a fly on the wall * I tried out my wings and realised I could fly. I liked… Continue reading FLASH FICTION: Fly On The Wall by Eleanor Drewett
Little Albert’s scared so I’m holding his hand. The warden’s shouting AIR RAID DAMAGE down the receiver in the phone box. Seems daft to me with all the smoke scribbling up into the sky.