Monday, October 17, 2016

Passengers Must Not Cross The Track


I get up and cook up some bacon, have a shower get washed.


Normally I struggle having time to make breakfast from cereal. Today though I’ve managed not just to make breakfast for me, but also Matt. It is nice to have some company at breakfast time


He even gives me a ride to the station. So I get there on time too. I look up into the dry cold sky.


The moon is still out. The moon is so bright. What Does that mean? Does it mean anything?


I read my book until there is one chapter left.


I leave it for the way home or maybe even for tomorrow.


Whatever the reason, my ear is really giving me grief all day from the nose inside my head. I don’t seem to be able to escape it.


I stand at the station and look around. Perhaps only chickens are allowed to?


That evening my dad collects me and I head around my parents for tea.


I have a wonderful tea made by my mom, and then fall sound asleep on their sofa. My dad eventually wakes me up and takes me home.


"Nowhere Near The End Of the Rainbow"
contains information that is non-accurate, made up and in some cases just down right lies. Anything in this blogg may be based on true fiction but to help dramatise it, some items may have been embellished. Some names are made up, others are not and any that are familar to yours just are.





 Near The End Of The Rainbow

An account of something that may one day turn out to be wonderful.......