The Church bells were ringing, We knew we were late. We ran across the yard because Mummy said God couldn't wait. We took up our seats and the music started playing
Darkness, temptation, blood, sweat and pain. Disturbing words, obscenities, she's screaming my name. Head pounding with the words of the day before, pregnant with six baby giraffes.
standing tall over decades, looming over the surrounding countryside, this is how its always been. The steps up to the old oak door, covered by creeping moss.
In the village of Ely the canal boats glide silently by, Painted flowers and vibrant colours painted on their sides. The smell of fish and chips diffuses through the air, amongst the mist and rain.