I dedicate this page to my cousin, Ruth who took her own life in 2019.
She was a victim of abuse and no service was held for her memorial.
She loved my stories and remembered every word.
Thank you, Ruth for believing in me.
I will never forget you.π
A pointed, black boot slid through the crack of the window and planted itself firmly on the floor.
Then a long, twisted finger reached in and slid the window wide as a stooped figure lurched into the room.
It hobbled towards the bed where Jimmy lay peacefully, button exposed..
Once upon a time
There was an ordinary little boy.
He seemed very normal in most regards
But he had one extraordinary feature that he was very proud of.
And that feature was, his belly button.
It was a perfect circle.
Jimmy thought that sounded absolutely ridiculous.
He fell asleep that night early as he lay, gently strumming his belly button in the moonlight.
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past his window!
Then again, it went past the other way!
The window groaned as it began to open...