Flare With Flair
the creative writings of Sally McLean
It began unheralded, unforeseen […]
And so I ate […]
The rattle of the […]
Sitting on a park […]
It was almost embarrassing. […]
Here I am under […]
You looked at me […]
It was a dull […]
I miss you. Lying […]
I am Antaguar. Part […]