Fell in love, then into sea.

Fell in love, then into sea.


It was showtime.
He faced his audience, and knew it would be the last time.
They all had terminal illnesses.
That spring in her step —
new shoes, some said,
good news, few thought —
fine wine, she realised.
Holding hands, they strolled
into jail.
It’s been a while, and I decided to get back to some six-word stories. Share some of yours too, I’d be delighted to read them.
She walks around…
covering naked truth,
in plastered smiles.