Holiday

I'm currently in the process of updating my work portfolio (which is taking some time after 9 years in advertising) and then I'll be busy sorting out my life: work, etc

Now, read on.

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I'm back from holiday, but not posting anything just yet, so the message below stays for now.

purplesimon out...

For those Internet users that stumble across this site and don't hit the back button immediately - why not? Is there something wrong with you? - then I'm off on holiday.

Not that I publish every day, mind you, but in case you thought some new writing might appear and were worried I'd fallen off a cliff/been hit by a strange alien bug that caused my eyes to swell and my limbs to drop to the floor/given up*: I haven't.

For those that wish I had fallen off a cliff/been hit by a strange alien bug that caused my eyes to swell and my limbs to drop to the floor/given up*: apologies, the time will one day come. Until then, stop visiting.

Thanks.

purplesimon out...

*delete where not applicable

Lottery - Opening Paragraph

“Come on my little beauties,” Roy said as he straightened up, his left hand supporting his lower back, a slight gasp escaping from his tight, puckered mouth as his knees cracked to a locking position. He raised his right hand to shade his face from the sun as he admired his handiwork: five straight, thick-as-your-arm cucumbers sat in front of him. They were nestled in rich, dark soil and glistened in the midday sunshine that spilled through the open slats of the greenhouse roof.