Thoughts, imaginings and opinions, straight from the slightly skewed mind of Ella Scandal
Halloween 2016
Chloe was staring at me again. Staring, and probably scowling, if I knew her, and know her I did. I didn’t even need to look at her to know that her eyes would be dark and demonic, that her arms would be folded over her glorious chest, and that her lips would be pursed so tightly the lower half of her face could pass for an asshole.
Dan stepped off the trail that led to the picnic area at the centre of Ropey Woods, moving in step counted zigzags, heading for the beaten track that was hidden three fallen ash trees in, and just past a sycamore. Continue reading “Three Little Piggies”