Sincere Stories

  She slides into the room with the grace of a ballerina Her whisper slim body sculpted to dance between raindrops Eyes focus on her, but she eludes their attention Her comfort zone lies hidden behind the camera’s lens Allowing lesser beauty to glean the appreciation of others   Her melodic voice is soft as an angel’s hair The slow cadence, hypnotic in its appeal She touches each person without using her hands A residual...

I know it’s a cliché but I really was at a crossroads in my life. I had recently turned sixty, and I was saving manically for retirement but had just been informed I was going to be made redundant. Suddenly there were major financial implications to consider. The kids had all left home, so the usual buzz of activity had disappeared, leaving behind a semi silence that was partly a blessing, but also a realisation that my w...