Money – a whole load of cash in trays, not the sort of old tobacco tins I keep my book fair change in… I have no idea where I got them. My dad used to smoke a pipe, but I’m
Whose Money? | Flash fiction #writephoto
#IWSG – Creativity and trauma
I saw a number of posts last month about writing and depression, or writing your way out of bad places even if you weren’t actually depressed. Lots of comments about friends who’d lost their jobs and thrown themselves into crafts