Abigail Hopewell

Sipping mint-liquorice tea, I listen to Ghost Stories

Cat and I gaze out of the front window onto a late evening throwing shades of dusk on a cloud-covered sunset that my imagination illuminates

I close my eyes, swaying and singing along to True Love

Cat looks down with disappointment in her eyes, licks her lips, then resumes the neighbourhood watch

I tap a few words on WordPress; time to kick the little writing bug out of its prolonged hibernation

Summer almost here…we may be in Lockdown; and there’s no time to waste