NaPoWriMo #21: I may have been doing it wrong

  And Alison Brackenbury Sex is like Criccieth. You thought it would be a tumble of houses into a pure sea and so it must have been, in eighteen-ten. The ranks of boarding houses marched up then. They linger, plastic curtains at their doors, or, still more oddly, blonde ungainly statues. The traffic swills alongContinue reading “NaPoWriMo #21: I may have been doing it wrong”