Once a month, myself and a few fellow writers meet up at the local library with a 250-word piece we then read out for each other. That always creates a few laughs and tears. Afterwards we go to the pub. There we laugh some more.
Below are some of the pieces, I’ve forced upon my writers-in-crime.
Below are some of the pieces, I’ve forced upon my writers-in-crime.
Karina Rye 