She pulled the covers over her midriff, finally ready to experiment. She caught her Dad’s eye, light reflecting off the photo frame
© Carl Burkitt 2012
Dad’s eye
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Category Archives: Teeny tiny tales
Nothing to whine about
128 grapes sat by her side. ‘We’ve got nothing to whine about,’ they thought. ‘At least we have each other.’
© Carl Burkitt 2012
Late
He brushed his teeth whilst shaving in the shower, desperate not to be late. She lay on the road, bleeding, having left too early.
© Carl Burkitt 2012
Carl tells tales 