If your child licks the glass one more time…

My legs ache Swollen skin puckering in dismay, Muscles screaming in agony Crowds forming, Yay. Swollen eyes The white tinted red, My veins pop in anger Frustration needing to be shed. Crowds pulsate against the stall Mouths salivating in hunger, I moan as time slows Wishing for nothing but slumber. I smile tightly Glass gleaming…

Joey’s Ice Cream, Ilfracombe

A family of grumbling bellies Salty sand nibbling your feet, Summer sun beating against your back Sweat dripping in the afternoon heat. An array of colourful shops Each singing tunes eager to please, Children look up with puppy eyes As they catch a tantalising smell in the breeze. A crowd of hands on cold glassTiny…

A dog plus a sandy beach… what could go wrong?

Dog: Let me off the lead. Sarah: I don’t trust you, dog. Dog: Let me off the lead. Lucy: Don’t trust him… looks at those eyes, their eyes of a misbehaver. Dog: I’ll be good, let me off the lead. Rachel:¬†Guys let him off! He will be good look at him! Rachel begins to snuggle…