LAST WORD
Oct 24, 2018
2 minutes
A short story by Barbara Pollock
sit contentedly in my favourite armchair by the French doors into the garden, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my cheeks and the gentle buzz of bees foraging for nectar. I can hear my two grandchildren playing in the garden. The dogs, Holly and Robin, sit
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